Why can't I just have to check the stove a hundred times and wash my hands a million times a day. That would be so much easier than worrying about a parking spot.
So to make myself feel better, I just went outside and said hi to all the cerebral palsy patients sitting in the parking lot next to the post office. I just want to help them. But then I realized that their wheelchairs were taking up a couple of parking spots and now I am back to my initial problem.