For the most part, I'm able to keep my insecurities in check, but every once in a while they get the better of me. I'll give you an example . . .
We park in a gated lot on campus, and after I left our car the other day, I was walking along the sidewalk next to the exit lane when the gate suddenly went up. I jumped back and thought, my God, do I really weigh enough to set off the parking gate? Do I really weigh as much as a small vehicle???
When I got home and complained to Dave about the incident, he laughed and said, "Uh, it's not based on weight. It's a sensor—when you walk past it, it goes off."
"You mean, like in the movies? When the burglar has to go under the red light?"
"Just like that."
Of course, there is a sensor. How could I have ever thought otherwise? How could I have honestly imagined that I weighed as much as a small car?
I hope you're not expecting me to answer that question because, if you are, then I'm afraid you just don't get it.