When your brain tells you that it's time to feel anxious, there's no rhyme or reason, you just know that it's just time. Although you'll happily blame your childhood for being the anxious stress ball that you are, there's no limit to the worry that comes over you when you accidentally eat a black seed from a watermelon. Even as an adult, you know it's not possible for a plant to cultivate in the hostile environment that is your acidic stomach, but you still wonder, protruding your belly out in front of the mirror, if a whole watermelon is growing inside of you. Logic plays no part in being a worry wart, you simply have to go with the flow and wait it out. While you recharge, just put your headphones in without any music playing to ward off any approaching socialite attackers, they can only be fended off with either idle chatter or blatant disrespect.