What Makes Us Like What We Like?

Have you ever wondered why we are into the things we're really into, and possibly, why we've gone so far in the pursuit of our fancies? I've been contemplating, excluding all the other ideas going through my head, on why I've been feeling and experiencing things what and how I do. Trust me, I don't think I'm anything special psycologically nor intellectually, but I come to over analyze situations and how these ideas come to my focus. Is there really some reason I've been over-analyzing things to this extent? Possibly, the most reasonable and plausable explanation to my strident dilemma is the lack of social interaction and the surreal atmosphere or aura I live amid. I'm beginning to assume this change is from my devotion to emotions and thoughts I incur, and because of this conundrum I've been overzealous in my interpretation of my own feelings, moods, reactions and free will. I need to take a break from my own thoughts incurring depression and a plethora of other various negative moods and feelings towards myself. Contentment doesn't suffice for my wellbeing, nor does any other negative feeling; rather, I blithe mood to sustain is the goal.

I'm in need of some sleep and rejuvenation of my mind. I need to rest my mind because it's what needs rest the most, over any physical rest. Once your mind is frozen, so is your physical self.