You ever think way too much about one tiny detail? Like, I was walking to school, and I was considering if I should cross the road or not—small, short road, not busy at all, just with a bunch of pleasant houses with happy families with little kids—and I was thinking, “If I cross the road, it could lead to certain death. There could be a mine on that side of the road. So I should cross it. But this side might lead to certain death too, so I shouldn’t cross in case it does. Or maybe there’s a magic bottle so on that side of the road, and I might step on it and sprout monkey wings and be portalled to an alternate dimension.”
That ever happen to you?















