Where did that come from?

I wish there was a way to turn off the replay button in our minds. Our ability to recall personal experiences can almost feel like a curse. As I think about last night, the images won’t give me peace and each time I play them over and over again, I get more anxious and embarrassed. What in the world do people think of me? It’s the classic case of self-evaluation that happens when you feel like you’ve made a fool of yourself. I ask myself, where did that come from? Why am I such a spaz? I know I’m a passionate person and I wear my heart on my sleeve but good grief-do I not have self-control?