O – Omkar, The Overthinker

If there’s a situation, Omkar has thought of it.

And re-thought it.

And overthought it until it became three separate scenarios with twenty possible outcomes—most of which end in mild disaster.

Omkar doesn’t sleep.

He lies down to run simulations.

The Case of the Unreturned Wave

It started with a wave. Literally.

Apparently, Omkar saw me across the street, outside a coffee shop.

He waved. I didn’t.

Two days later, I got this text:

Omkar: “Hey… just checking, are we good?”

Me: “Yeah? Why?”

Omkar: “You didn’t wave back the other day. I was outside Brew Haus, around 6 PM. I thought maybe… I don’t know, you were upset with me?”

Me: “I didn’t even see you!”

Omkar: “Ohhh okay. Yeah, I figured that might be it. Or… that maybe you did see me and didn’t want to talk. Or maybe I imagined seeing you? Honestly, I went through about seven scenarios, and all of them ended with us not being friends anymore.”

I sighed.

It was just a wave. Not the final scene in a K-drama.

Once he once spent an entire weekend wondering if someone was ignoring him because their “hahaha” in a message had only two “ha”s.

He triple-checks his own tone, questions every emoji, and never hits “Send” without rereading his text like it’s being submitted for a PhD.

And if you say, “We need to talk”—he’ll have a mild identity crisis before you even finish the sentence.

The Omkars of the world remind us that:

Not everyone processes things the same way. Some people feel a little deeper, think a little longer, and care a little harder. And sometimes, all they need is a tiny reassurance that no, they’re not crazy.

Sure, they might spiral over a missed wave,

But they’ll also remember your birthday, ask about that thing you mentioned once 6 months ago,

and check in on you when you least expect it.

Have you met an Omkar in your life?

Or are you the one who turns an unread text into a conspiracy theory?

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