🐝 Kevin’s Story: Overthinking.
This Is What Overthinking Looks Like, Not All Bees Sting. Some Just Spiral.
🐝 Meet Kevin!
(Or... Whatever You Call Yours)
Everyone’s got one.
That little voice that shows up just as you’re about to sleep, holding a clipboard and a weird amount of confidence, like,
“Hey. Quick question. Do you think they hate you now?”
Mine’s called Kevin.
Yours might be Bob. Or Siân. Or Janet from Accounts but emotionally.
They all spiral. But they all look a little different.
Some wear Crocs. Some wear tiny cardigans. Some carry a briefcase full of social regrets and a backup spreadsheet called “Things You Definitely Fucked Up.”
They’re not trying to ruin your life.
They think they’re helping.
(They’re not. But it’s cute.)
The trick isn’t getting rid of your Kevin.
It’s recognizing them.
Naming them.
And maybe, on a good day, handing them a snack and saying, “Babe. We’re done for today.”
This is the story of my Kevin, and what happened when he spiraled so hard, he threw a party, cried in knitwear, and fell asleep next to me buzzing softly like a guilt-scented white noise machine.
“Just circling back to that thing you said…”
Kevin is the bee who knocks.
Not loudly. Not rudely. Just... persistently.
Like your anxiety got promoted to senior compliance officer and now runs an after-hours performance review service from the corner of your brain.
You’re horizontal. Warm. Semi-conscious. One cheek fully committed to the pillow.
It’s 11:42pm and the vibes are technically restful.
Knock knock.
Kevin.
He floats in wearing metaphorical glasses and a faint hum of concern.
He’s holding a clipboard. It’s color-coded. There are tabs.
“Hey,” he says, softly but urgently. “Just circling back to that thing you said to the waiter earlier. You know… the ‘you too’ when they said enjoy your meal?”
You groan. He flips a page.
“Right, yeah. That one. What did you mean by that? Were you telling him to enjoy your meal? Do you think he thought that? Do you think they’re talking about it in the break room right now?”
He pulls out a laser pointer. You don’t know where he got it.
There’s a chart titled “Daily Cringe Forecast: YOU.”
There’s a mini sticky note that says “remind her about 2013.”
Kevin’s not trying to ruin your night. He just genuinely believes that if he replays the moment enough, one of the versions will be okay. That if he files enough social incident reports, you’ll finally learn how to be normal.
Kevin does this because he cares.
And because he’s built like that.
Professionally.
Reviewing your life like it’s breaking news
The clipboard disappears.
Kevin pulls out a full broadsheet titled “Every Weird Thing You’ve Ever Done: Special Midnight Edition.”
He’s holding it like it’s the Sunday Times, but emotionally hostile.
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