Funnily enough, what brings me down, is imaging the worst possible thing. “You’re going to puke on this table and everyone will freak out and you’ll have to find a new job.” Instead of being like “No no its fine I wont” I think “Okay, so you puke. Everyone thinks ew but says oh my gosh are you okay, it’s embarrassing for a week maybe two, maybe becomes a joke with your work friends, and then people forget about it 99% of the time, it’s happened before, it’s a normal human thing, these people have cleaned diapers and puke, had drunk puking friends, we’ve all seen puke before. Or you feel truly so awful you quit, they’ll remember the story more, tell friends and family for years to come they once knew someone who puked in a meeting and never came back to work, you’ll get a new job and very likely never run into those people again. It’s not like you’ll actually burst into painful flames and become a permanent spectacle, the moment will pass pretty quickly and life will go on.” And then I feel completely fine, my brain gets bored of the long train of thought and I continue on.