When I was little, I always felt guilty about the feelings of my cuddly toys. If I slept next to one, I thought the others might be hurt. So I had to rotate them.
Yesterday, I realised I feel the same way on the treadmill- I measure my progress by both time and distance, and I felt that if I didn’t pay equal attention to both, one would get angry and ruin my workout.
Does one ever grow up?