You know, it’s interesting the little tricks your mind plays on you to keep you going through life.

I’ve been thinking about fear a lot lately, what with all the craziness in the world and living in SF and all. I was on BART yesterday morning, picturing exactly what would happen to all of us on the train when the terrorists blew up the first car of the train. Actually, I think I was picturing what would happen if they just took out some of the tracks. Something like that.

Anyhoo, I was picturing a train wreck. Newton’s laws being what they are, things would be tossed about in the car as we quickly ceased our forward motion.

“Good thing I’m in a rear-facing seat,” I smugly thought to myself. Then it occurred to to me that I’m always in a rear-facing seat because it just feels more comfortable to me. Perhaps an imminent BART disaster lingers in my subconscious, pushing that pleasure button every time I sit down facing the back of the train. I typically stay away from the seats that face each other. with my new morbid outlook it makes sense – someone’s going to get thrown at the other people, therefore it’s best to be away from that section.

Interesting how the mind works.