@BrazenlyLiberal My lovely morbid imagination and anxiety have meant that since I was a teen I've been afraid of minding my own business and getting shot. Like, a little old lady will pull up next to me as I'm walking and I think she's snapped and is going to pull out her dead husband's revolver and pop a cap in my ass. I've had to calm myself down by reminding myself how unrealistic that is. It's becoming so much harder to do.