You basically say it yourself, you don’t suffer catostrophic despair and that’s bc your brain protects you and views negative situations in a positive light. You can not protect yourself from all of life’s stresses and those that you have had to deal with, you’ve managed quite well.

Your brain says: “Dawn, I hate that we stink at poker. Sitting at a table with the likes of The IC scares me. Let’s try scrabble. We can use our useless law degree to beat the snot out of these loser scrabblers.”

You missed a key part of the book: it’s that you never remember the good stuff. Like, you heard the pause, but then he showed up at the altar, married you, and treated you like gold for the rest of your life. At no point will you then be like “hmm, I guess I was wrong about the pause”, in fact, you may spend your life trying to figure out the meaning of the pause until you drive mr. perfect insane with your insanity and push him away to someone who isn’t still thinking of a pause from 20 years ago. We remember the times we’re stuck in traffic but never the time we caught every light and made it to Brooklyn in 12 minutes, the times we just missed the train but never the times we just caught i, the time they messed up your pad thai but not the millions of times they left out the peanuts for you. If you start paying attention to the good, and not only the bad, you’ll be happier–he says so in the book.

Those who can cope are happy people; the ones who can’t are unhappy.

But I think your brain is awesome.