Just as Mark Twain said

I’ve had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.

I practice trying to talk a cop out of a ticket, ordering food at a drive thru and then asking for the food to be corrected, explaining why I used the wrong door at work, declining a happy hour invite, etc. Then sometimes later i have to work hard to remember which ones were fake. I catch myself starting to tell a story about something that happened today that didn’t really happen.

Constantly. My internal monologue is pretty much just multiple versions of myself arguing different points of views on things. Sometimes shit gets heated.

This is a classic symptom of anxiety. If it begins happening regularly you should consult someone.

Man, I’m lucky I don’t end up punching myself for the shit imaginary things in my head say.