Ceiling Fan

There are days when I come home to relax and rethink my whole outlook on life. I do this fairly randomly yet, when I do, I tend to rethink everything about my life. I think about who I know, what I do, how I go about things, just simple things I tend to think about when no one's around.
I'll lay down on my bed and stare at my ceiling fan and watch it go around, and around; always imagining that sooner or later the screws will come loose, fall off it's hinges, fall on my face, and hopefully put an end to my constant thinking.
Though that never happens. Instead I'll lye there and think. I'll think and think and think until I've turned everything good that's happened to me into some sort of negative event. Thinking is sometimes the worst thing I can do to myself.

And no matter how negative the thought, I never seem to do anything to fix it.