The Importance Of Introspection

Introspection:

I consider myself to be a very introspective person, even at the age of sixteen. I don’t know many people analyzing why they react to the sound of a garage opening while in high school. By and large, I feel that this is a very useful quality to have. Until it turns into a burden. Not only am I very in tune with my emotions, I understand why I’m feeling them when I’m feeling them, and am predicting both how long I will be this way, and what impact this event may have on my future life. And here’s the catch. I get caught up thinking about how I’ll always look back on certain events, knowing exactly what impact they had on me and why it’s still here.

This may all seem like a really good personal therapist, but the little ‘doctor’ in my brain likes to remind exactly why I’m the way I am at all times. Let’s say I look at myself in the mirror and think, “Wow. I don’t look so good.” Immediately, this is filed as an incident in my head— that moment of self-deprecation

But you can’t be your own little therapist. After I was broken up with, I spent a day or two crying on and off. Then, I took myself on a ‘self-pity date’ (my own descriptors), and was tired of being sad. That didn’t stop the sadness, or the longing I still feel, but it did annoy me. And my little therapist directed me into a Hallmark store where I purchased a Moleskine notebook in which to record my sadness. In all reality, I am not a terribly scarred sixteen year-old. I have traumas, idiosyncrasies, and a lot of thoughts. Sometimes, I even think I think too much (and I probably do). But, all in all, I know a lot about myself as a person, what makes me tick and what can calm me down. I just need to learn to stop analyzing myself so much, and shut up my little therapist every once in a while. She never went to school for it, anyway, so what does she