I’ve been asked by several people lately why I am so stressed out… I have come up with a pretty good analogy… wanna hear it? too bad.

Imagine standing in the middle of the road with a group of friends. Everyone is looking down the road for cars coming your way. One or two people are looking behind you to make sure no one is coming that way and is in the wrong lane. You happen to glance down and realize that there are railroad tracks underneath you. No one else notices. You point them out to one or two people, who promptly laugh at you and go back to watching for cars. You glance down the tracks and see a freight train heading right towards you. You are the only person who sees the train. You want to yell and scream and warn everyone, but you don’t want to be laughed at again, so you sit… and wait… and hope and pray that you all get hit by a semi-truck before the train gets to you.

Last week I was stressed out because I couldn’t believe I was hoping and praying that I got hit by a semi-truck. Now I’m even more stressed out because, as it turns out, the train was quite real and killed everyone involved, myself included.