If my daughter sits on my lap, I might hurt her.
If I use sharp objects in the kitchen, I might stab someone that walks by me.
If I see a bicyclist while I am driving, I might want to hit him.
If I don’t count up to a certain number, I might be the cause of a natural disaster.
You do not let your daughter sit on your lap anymore, even when she asks to.
You no longer cut things with anything sharper than a butter knife.
You refuse to drive anymore, only allowing yourself to take public transportation.
You constantly count in your head to ward off major disasters you think you may be responsible for.