I promise I'm cheerful most of the time.
However I always fear the worst... if I take an alternate route when driving it crosses my mind that I could get into an accident I wouldn't have had I gone the other route.
My husband is late from work and I was expecting a knock any moment to tell me he had died in an accident.
This is not infrequent for me. (He's now on his way home and obviously alive) but I don't even stress and panic about it. It's like I have to imagine the worst every single time to make sure I can handle it in the exceptionally unlikely situation that all of my disasters come to fruition...
(I'm not wishing him dead, I adore him!)
I'm a raving nut job aren't i?