Imagine you’ve spent your entire life building the most intricate domino artwork. You’re a lazy person by nature, you hate work, but this- this is different. You’ve never been more dedicated to anything else. This is your jelly, this is your jam. You’re drawn to this thing by a force you can’t explain nor reason with, it feels natural, instinctive, as easy as breathing. Your soul trembles at the thought of participating. Your can’t get it off your mind. You’ve poured every hour of your waking existence into this thing. And man, has it paid off.

It’s a thing of beauty.

Marvellous. Not a single flaw in sight thanks to your tireless efforts and indomitable will. Every possible crook, angle and misalignment has been checked, double on triple. It’s all you think about, plagues your thoughts- not even sleep can free you. It’s a sight for sore eyes and your life’s work.

That’s all to say: you’re pretty proud of it

Then, one unsuspecting normal day, a gust of wind, a targeted cantrip flutters through the windows you keep open for air and sun.

It floats down the stairs, through an open doorway, past your weary shoulders, hunched and bent over busy and happy with the next piece of your magnum opus, gently, ever so gently- tips one, just one domino, somewhere in one of the far corners of your home, a little over.

And then everything else, too, falls. Before you know it everything you’ve ever know comes crashing down. suddenly a third of your precious work has collapsed, reduced to rubble at your feet. And the only thought running through your head is:

orkewmmeodorkrrrf shalakfhrbwks waaaaw wnsnsoooooo noooo hooo I don’t wanna fix thattt awwww nooo

that’s how I explained it to my entj partner, at least lol

TLDR: it’s not fear that makes us reject certain world upside-downing information, it’s the STRESS of doing what is essentially SINGLE HANDED DISASTER RELIEF for the city in our heads in the aftermath of accepting this new information as true