The frustrating thing about being a writer (which I am to a small degree) is that my imagination works over time. If I need to talk to someone about an important matter or if I’ve done something for which I should apologize, I have the conversation a hundred times — in my head. I make my own arguments, answer my own questions and before the conversation ever takes place, I have worked it to death — ad nauseam. Most often, I beat myself up over trivial stuff that is easily resolved. I imagine every possible scenario. When the confrontation does take place, I have blown the situation so far out of proportion that the person I am talking to has no idea what I’m so worried about! Oh well, there’s nothing like being prepared for the worst!
Source:: For Better Or Worse