Okay, I must just have a very large panic gland or something. Far too often, my reaction to something is to panic first, then relax when I figure out the world isn't ending.
Like this morning. My wallet was not in my pocket. My wallet is ALWAYS in my pocket. Where could it be? Did I lose it? How will I drive to work without my wallet??
Duh. It fell on the floor. 60 seconds of searching and I was fine. Is this bad for my heart? Or is it like exercise?
Last week when both cars were stuck in the snow, did I calmly assess the situation and weigh options? Nope.
And just now. I arrive in the parking lot. I turn off the car. I pull out the keys. I push the "door lock" button. Then -- pay attention -- I imagined what would happen if I dropped my keys out onto the ground and the door closed. And started to panic.
First of all, it didn't actually happen. More importantly, if it had -- so what? I'm still INSIDE the car. I can open the door and retrieve the keys from the ground. Even if I had been OUTSIDE the car, I could still retrieve the keys. DUHHHHH.
If I had actually dropped the keys and then closed the door, it would have taken me at least 3 seconds to realize that I didn't need to panic. Is there a name of this disorder?
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