The Art of Ruminating

I ruminate

Boy do I ruminate

I will be planning a trip, and I start ruminating about a rude passenger who has accidentally taken my seat. And I would stand there looking down at the passenger in a patronizing way demanding my seat.

And the passenger asks politely whether he/she can sit in my seat for whatever reason, and I would refuse and demand that the passenger relinquish my seat.

The whole scenario would play in my head, the passenger becomes rude and I become tough and a whole conversation would play in my head, always optimizing itself so that I always sound like a hot shot tough guy.

I should have said that, I would think.

So I restart the conversation and slot it what I believe I should have said.

Or at the hotel where a confrontation with the receptionist for giving me the wrong room or whatever erupts and I start assaulting the receptionist and escalating the confrontation with a very well constructed dialogue which keeps playing over and over in my head.

Those conversations keep changing and they keep playing, every tie repeating from the start and every time taking a different escalation route.

The only way I can push this conversation out of my head is either to call someone, or to play a loud song or to actually have a real conversation with someone.

Otherwise those conversation would consume me all day, and they would rage on endlessly.

All this and I haven’t even booked yet.