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Remember how you used to tell me how riding your bike was your favorite way to clear your head?
“Yeah.”
Well, I tried that a bunch of times, these last couple months. It never works.
“What do mean?”
Makes it worse. Think more. End up thinking so much, sometimes I argue with myself on the ride. Me, the crazy guy on an orange bike, talking to myself.
“That’s pretty funny, Dave.”
Yeah, the opposite of clearing my head.
“Well, I kind of meant—it gave me a lot of time to think things through. You can just ride and ride and its just you and your thoughts for a while. I mean, you can concentrate, think and then it’s done, and you can stop thinking.”
Huh. Never thought of it that way. Didn’t seem to work like that for me. I’d just end up thinking some more, afterwards.
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“You and me, we’re just both thinkers.”
Huh?
“We both really need to understand the reasons why things are, and we both think things over thoroughly until we know for sure.”
You know, you’re right, but—but it was pretty much a huge source of trouble for me with her, though. It would’ve been a lot easier to not think, ever.
“Yeah, but that’s just who you are. You can’t help being who you are.”