I'm so sick of overthinking everything and worrying what others think. I'm a grown ass man who recently discovered a love for plushies and got myself a big, huggable plush shark. Spending time with her makes me happy, but my enjoyment keeps getting undercut by my these thoughts. "Adults shouldn't play with plushies! It's weird and wrong to get so attached to an inanimate object! You must be slipping into a mental disorder! You don't deserve to feel this happy!" I know, rationally, that, if I'm not hurting anyone, it's nobody else's business how I spend my time in private. But I keep worrying anyway. And this is just one example - I overthink so many things like this. I'm so, so tired of being wired this way...
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