I just had an odd experience: I was looking to reinstall Neverwinter Nights and expansions, and I'd realized that I'd misplaced the Hordes of the Underdark expansion at some point in the move.
So I went through my CDs with a fine-toothed comb, twice, three times with no luck. I checked all of my old CD drives and burners and used to manual unlock just in case I'd neglected to remove the CD before the last major device upgrade. Still no joy.
Trying to stifle my rising frustration and anxiety (Yeah. What? It's just a game. Chill dude.) I'd even contemplated taking a drive into town to locate a bargain bin copy, if I could.
And just as it came time where the CD would have been necessary to continue the installation, (and moments before I was about to go get my car keys and wallet), I had the thought to check my PSOne CDs, just in case it'd got mixed into those.
Sure enough, there it was, along with two other of my top-shelf games I would have eventually missed.
And I'd felt a surprisingly strong sense of relief at the discovery.
Now, I sat here thinking about that. Why on earth did I experience anxiety and relief at the loss and finding of an expansion pack I could have reobtained for five-to-ten bucks with only a little effort?
(This, having undergone REAL stress and relief in the past ten years or so.)
Anyone else go through something similar, and experience relief for an utterly trivial reason?