I guess I’m just paranoid. Whenever happy things happen to people, aren’t they supposed to go and be ecstatic about it? Sure, it’s not always a parade-woohoo! feeling, but at least, a kind of stillness that bubbles not out of puzzlement, but of peace. Mine’s just different, because when something good happens to me, I automatically become on the lookout for any disaster that may happen. Yes, I know I’m weird.
I’ve been told by my friends to just relax and enjoy the ride. I still can’t do that. My brain’s just too active, always trying to process, analyze, and sift through everything - never mind if what it’s working on is very little. I really should learn to control that, just so I can have more peace, if nothing else.