Do you ever get that thing, where you’re all immersed in your mundane stuff, contemplating why it’s always the teeny Mars bars and Bounty bars left at the bottom of the Celebrations tin, or suddenly, seven hours later thinking of the perfect Pointless answer. Or… Ya know… Just walking or something, and then BOOM, just thinking… WHOA. WHAT AM I DOING?! WHO AM I?! And obvs, you don’t actually scream it out loud, then you’d really panic the poor woman on the checkout in Tesco at 2am, ya know, cos you couldn’t sleep and thought it’d be a good idea to buy some humorously named pasta instead of staying in bed and reading. Oh no. You keep the mini crisis to yourself of course.