I drove myself completely crazy for two days, staring paralyzed at the group chat because I thought my holiday fling was punishing me with the silent treatment after a stupid disagreement. Yesterday at dinner, it turned out his host mother had simply cut off the Wi-Fi. Why do I immediately get so worked up and lose myself in it completely?

Welcome to the premium version of your mind's eye: From a strict host mother and a pulled router plug, your brain instantly conjures up an Oscar-worthy psychological drama. First, take a deep breath—you're not crazy, you're just head over heels in love. In this state, your nervous system is on high alert, like a satellite dish, and every dead zone feels like personal exile. You haven't analyzed the silence; you've filled it with your own insecurities. But that's precisely the problem: If you make your entire day dependent on whether a match in the group chat is typing, you're checking your vacation mood at reception. The next time you lose signal: Phone in your pocket, beach bag packed, ice cream eaten. Don't believe every disaster movie your mind conjures up just because there's no signal. Next time, just say to it with a grin: "Let me know if your host mother pulls the plug again; my pulse will thank you." Your self-worth isn't tied to a Wi-Fi cable—enjoy your vacation.