I’m the type of person who, regardless of purpose or intention, finds it almost impossible to refrain from analysing every small detail of any task I’m given or set out to do. Hand me a bag of potato chips and I’ll find some way to follow a absurd and unnecessary line of logic, down to the point of ridiculousness, where I will begin thinking about the very atoms that make up the sodium within the chips, for example. It’s not something I’m proud of; nor is it something I can categorise as entirely negative. More often than not, I’m reduced to a state of mild to moderate anhedonia. Conversely, and much more rarely, I can manipulate this obsessive, analytical need of of mine and will end up stumbling on a reason that will enrich my experience.