“I know it’s irrational,” I tell her, because I do know that. I know that you can’t live your life waiting for disaster to strike. I know this. Hell, if we all lived like that, we’d stay stock-still our entire lives or be forced to roll around the streets in those giant plastic bubbles. But it’s like my mind and my brain are two separate things, working against each other. I can’t get them to cooperate.”
