Real happiness is uninhibited. Sitting around thinking about things is either a symptom or a cause of depression, and I don’t care which. This is really a dual problem: on the one hand, for us types who sit around thinking too much and doing too little, and whose brains haven’t understood that they’re supposed to concentrate on the doing and not the thinking when we are doing, the problem is how much thinking we can get away with and still be happy. For those who don’t think too much — generally more successful in every area of life except academia — the problem is how little thought they can get away with and still not run their life off a cliff due to bad, unconsidered decisions. The latter problem hasn’t been much of an issue to me — let’s put it that way — which is not to say that I’m smarter than you or always do the right thing; actually, my point is how dysfunctional overthinking really is. Social life, especially, is set up so that excessive thinking is brutally penalized.