Fuck it

When I was a child, I was certain that my family would die if I thought bad thoughts as I went through doorways.

Yes, you read that right. Doorways.

I even had specific and elaborate scenes play out in my head on how they would die, ranging from car crashes to random acts of violence you saw on the news all the time. And the only way I could save them was to reverse the bad thoughts while I went backwards through the offending door.

Repeatedly.