And if I can’t sleep, then neither can any of you. I have this whole playlist on YouTube called “Paranoia Fuel.” This was a snarky, sarcastic reaction to my newfound fascination with serial killers and rapists, and all the great and terrible evils of our world. And then I realized that private playlists on YouTube aren’t necessarily hidden from public view. Yeah. I can explain this if you’ll just give me twenty minutes of your time. A large part of this newfound fascination is my crippling fear of failure, of falling short of my potential. Where does the paranoia fuel come in, you may ask?