its amazing to me how fixated a person's mind can become on completely unfounded worries. what good does it do to worry about things you can't control? or worse, to worry about things that haven't, and likely won't, ever happen. why would one want to waste precious time dwelling over ridiculous conjectures and irrational fears?
however, i am totally guilty of this of this kind of behavior, and i won't try to deny it. for example: if i hear any strange noises in the house (which only happens at odd hours, when its quiet enough to hear the noises that are there all the time), i ask adam to check our basement. because if a psychotic killer had broken into our house (carefully locking the door behind him), he would most certainly spend hours hiding in the basement, hatching some meniacal plan, only to accidentally make a noise (which sounds suspiciously like our furnace kicking into gear) that would get him discovered. and what would he be waiting for anyway? we have no hidden safe or heirloom jewels. and we're certainly not worth any money in a ransom plot. while the thinking part of my brain realizes that anyone who would break into our home would simply steal our stereo and run, i can't seem to remember this rationalization at 11pm when the clinks and clatters strike. and it doesn't matter how many times adam makes his way down the stairs in a sleep-induced stumble, only to reassure me that there is no crazed assassin hiding behind the washing machine; he'll have to do it all over again the next time. 8:06 AM //
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