First is the old and much turned over (tee hee hee, pun) car crash. It's very boring and it quickly gets swapped out for explosions. Something exploded and there are little husband bits all over factory rubble. My rational brain says, someone would have contacted me. My petty brain goes, no one cares enough*. After this a part of me goes, explosions are a bit ridiculous; there must have been an earthquake. Never mind that I felt absolutely nothing here, just 5 miles away. And after this it gets into the fantastical realms of someone has him locked up in a secret underground bunker. It elevates to this level in a matter of seconds, and this one hangs around for a while as my imagination goes through what they are doing in that bunker - tests for science, or torture, or some horrible questioning session (who knows what the questions are about).
Do I have issues? Is this normal? Do other people worry like this?
*My petty brain is the stupidest thing in the world. And the problem is that my body listens to it and not my rational brain. It's very annoying.
