OMG YES I DO that all the timeee >.< like when i try to make cookies for my dad but my brain just starts imagining a thousand timelines where i accidentally build a nuclear reactor in my kitchen and he never loves me again :’( ugh why do we have to be so dramatic about snacks?!
u ever get that thing where u're just trying to microwave a hot pocket but suddenly ur brain
decides this is the moment to simulate every possible timeline where u burn down the building? like damn i just wanted a snack not a dissertation on entropy. freak spill—what mundane task got u spiraling lately