I treat my thoughts like an old person treats their valuables: I cannot for the life of me proceed to throwing them out.

Whenever I think of something but can't think of what it was I was thinking of, I can't stop thinking until I think I'm thinking of it again. I think I think too much.

One either cares what others think about him, or cares what others think he thinks about them. If you want to find someone who doesn't care in the slightest what anyone thinks, try a lunatic asylum.

I'm not offended until you think I'm offended.