To such extent it's a fault. Perhaps obsession.
Odd not having a book to read.
It might stem from me preferring to make as informed decisions as possible based on facts. Negligible risk, so to speak.
It's a fault for i get annoyed having to decide without sufficient information in times of calm.
Obsession.
On to another point. Thinking about what went wrong makes existence painful. Not driving, i'm talking about mistakes of the heart. Funny, since i ask only why & how; when time & location can be argued to be more important.
It's a torturous journey, this life.