One of my many sources of stupid petty anxiety involves whether or not I am, in fact, an Eagle Scout. It all revolves around a little incident I had trying to obtain the Plumbing merit badge, a requirement that I told my Scoutmaster I would fulfil but never ended up completing. I cannot remember now whether I had more than enough merit badges to achieve that rank or whether I snuck in with exactly the right amount and I earned the rank under false pretenses.

I worry about weird things.