We focus on the negative because one punch in the face can matter more than a bunch of positives. But then worse, we scan for negatives. And scan and scan. We scan the past. But what is the past, what are memories? We're not skimming through the contents of a filing cabinent. We're trying to recreate past memories in order to review them. We're recreating past events in order to scan them for any negatives. So we recreate (remember) and rebuild and here and there we remake it wrong and the wrongly remembered event now has a negative in it and we focus on that negative.

But are we remembering it rightly or wrongly? Let's try again to recreate it. And again, and again. Is it right now? What if this negative really did happen? Then what? Let's now run through an endless number of possible responses to try to right this wrong. Constantly forgetting as we go and double back. Again, and again, and again.

Now scan elsewhere, etc.

We scan and scan and create negative things that didn't even happen. Persecute ourselves, bring about a constant state of fear concerning imagined wrongs we've committed.

Fear.

And fear, and fear. Eventually paralyzing you. You must find a way out.

"Life is short!" You're going to die anyway, so shrug off the fear and live life to the fullest. Throw caution to the wind. Take chances. Have fun!

Do stupid things. Act like an idiot.

In the face of what life otherwise is, just randomly do anomic things.

Everything that is wrong becomes unexpectedly wrong and thus funny.

The guy at the 'too far gone' facility going on about what a great man Hitler was, being lewd with women, endless racist jokes, endless neologisms, and puns. He pretended during his eval to be talking to someone on a submarine on the doctor's phone. Hilarious.

But then most days he won't talk, he won't eat, he won't come out of his room. Paralyzed by his endless mistakes and overtaken by fear.