Several months ago I realized that all of my memories of a childhood basement were all facing the same way in the room. When I tried to imagine what it looked like to face the other way in the room, I had a panic attack & nearly wet my pants. I didn't think of anything specific or horrible. I just tried to think about what the other wall and doorway looked like.

Still, I'm not particularly bothered by this reaction. Mostly I think it was stupid of me to try to think about that while I was driving.

It's like I don't get it.