In which I try my best to conquer negativity

Sometimes (usually when I remember that Game of Thrones has another year until it airs) I can't help but adopt the life philosophy that my life is a toilet and the world is an asshole constantly taking a shit in me without flushing.

If you're a ridiculously optimistic/delusional person yet to be crushed by the weight of the world let me explain to you how this negative mindset works as best as I can.

Negativity is a self-perpetuating manifestation. It's like poverty: it breeds from its vicious cycle, only without all the slave labor. The mind process goes something like this:

Nothing constructive really comes from negativity. It is a comatose state. One of mindless and self-depreciating numbness, where your mind is stuck and spinning on destructive hydraulic mode.

Most people's suggestion to combating the vicious cycle of negativity is through redirection. You redirect your unhappy thoughts with happy thoughts.

However, this technique never really used to worked for me or anyone I knew with the same neurotic tendency. I'd spend more time thinking about how I had to think positive thoughts rather than thinking positive thoughts. The result would be over-analyzing situations to the extent that the mildest of activities would end up looking doomed or futile.

That’s the thing when you’re in a state of vicious cycle of self-hating. The more you try to think happy thoughts or be positive, the opposite effect of what you’re trying to achieve happens.

Soon, I began to realize that my problem wasn't that I was having negative thoughts, it was the fact that I was having thoughts full stop. Over-analysis was the problem. The more people overthink, the more they lose themselves inside the washing machine of their own minds and talk themselves out of things from insecurity. But there is a reason why the saying 'keep it simple, stupid' exists. It's because most of your thoughts are dumb. The solutions isn't redirecting negative thoughts, it's realizing that your head is fundamentally unhinged and squashing the cycle out all together.

Instead, I fought fire with fire. I began to override negative thoughts by loads of concentrated abuse.

People usually end posts like these with something resonating, inspirational, hopeful or at least somewhat motivational. I'm not are how to do that without sounding disingenuous, so I'll just end with saying that I hope this post was somewhat helpful to no one in particular. 

I'm going to make a batch of brownies now.