Things almost never happen the way we see them in movies and novels. We think we know this, but we still pretend. Our inner monologue has the potential to turn everything into an epic.
Or we bitch, to anyone who will listen. Sometimes for hours.
We do way more than send impulsive emails, and it undermines our long term goals. We worry about things we can’t control, nonstop. Some of us self-medicate in ways that make our problems worse.