You now when you are typing something, and the mouse is in the way. Of all places that mouse cursor is right there where you are trying to type. You avoid it, until you can't anymore. Then you have to take your hand move the mouse in disgust away. There has to be a word for this. There has to be some sort of definition for such a thing.
You know when you are trying to make a left hand turn. You are waiting for the light to turn yellow. Then you have to wait until the oncoming traffic stops. You know if you go, a car will go through the yellow light and smash you. You now if you stop and not roll a little, the red light will get there quicker. It's that few seconds of stress that you have no control of. Once you get through the light you look in your mirror to see if other cars made the turn or how close the new traffic is behind you.
You know that feeling you get when you have to go to the bathroom, but it's not so bad. However you look at the clock and you think you will make it just fine. Yeah you know what I'm talking about it. Then before you know it, the time is there and you realize you should have gone and not put so much stress on your bladder. You know, just go. Go all of the time, whether you have to or not. That's the only solution because you can't trust yourself.
You know that feeling you get when you see that email in your inbox from someone you want no part of? That sense of "oh no, not again" or "hear it comes". Its a bit like looking down when you are at the top hill of a roller coaster. There's a part of you that says you've changed your mind. Another part that says ok, here we go. Then there's the ok let's roll or bring it feeling. All of that lumped into one split second. Chemicals in your belly take over. You get fired up, just over an email. What's next? Should I open it now or later? Should I just look with one eye open? Should I just let it sit there? Indecision, the mother of dumb.
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