I used to think it was a curse, the way my mind worked. To be constantly questioning things, looking for explanations, linking seemingly unrelated themes and ideas like a never-ending mental chain. It got me in (not very serious) trouble at school; questioning the validity and logic of a teacher's argument, or asking what purpose a particular exercise/task was going to serve to reach the desired end result. I was exceptionally good at verbal reasoning and lateral thinking-style exercises, and enjoyed nothing better than passing time doing Mensa puzzles. I was not so good at tolerating others who approached reasoning in different ways.
It served me better through my university years when I decided, quite sensibly, to study philosophy. Not that people generally consider studying philosophy to be a 'sensible' decision per se but given my predilection for searching for answers, I was in good company and was commended rather than merely tolerated when I tried to pick holes in any and every argument and discourse I was involved in.
As a fully fledged adult (in number if not in practice) my overly analytical mind produces mixed results. I have been known to be very...monochrome in my thinking; a peccadillo I have been trying to work on for about 10 years now. Sometimes when you are blinded by logic, any perception of illogical thought by others can be mystifying and frustrating. And questioning others on their rationale or clarity of thought can seem as though I am being a bit of a dick, when actually I am just trying to make sense of the strand of argument that is being proffered.
I recently asked my dentist so much about the process and necessity of a procedure that she looked palpably exasperated. The misconception comes when it seems as though I am questioning the expertise or knowledge of my conversational counterpart, when in reality what I am trying to do is better understand the reasons behind decisions and actions.
Luckily, I have built a career around planning, trying to find solutions and attention to detail. My borderline obsession with things being done properly and finding the appropriate solution to problems is well-matched to operations and event management. In this world, my planning for the 'what ifs' and 'whens' is not only welcomed, it is essential. Being able to think through an endless amount of hypothetical situations results in me being prepared and armed with way to be flexible and adapt to any given scenario.
For me, there is nothing quite like an event you have planned coming to fruition. The exhilarating buzz when all the minute details you have been planning and envisaging finally come together and the whole picture plays out in front of you like a huge machine of moving parts. That is why I no longer feel my particular type of brain is a curse.
I'm pretty sure my dentist still despairs in me though...