It’s easy to fall into fantastical thinking patterns. I recently got into the habit of letting my imagination run wild, imagining all sorts of horrible situations, including but not limited to my friend’s funerals and humiliating public rejections. I eventually had to force myself to stop engaging in this line of thinking because it was so upsetting and offered no real benefit to me. What makes these scenarios so compelling and tempting to contemplate is that they are built on a foundation of truth. I do fear losing my friends, both as friends and as living, breathing people. I don’t want everyone in my social circle to see me at my lowest moments. Most of these speculative fantasies are not so fantastical that they could never happen; if that were the case, they could never inspire such a strong emotional reaction. However, the enticing nature of «What if this happened in the most cinematic, horrifying manner?» wears off pretty quickly.