Why I'm crazy

It's time for a little bit about me. No folks, I'm not just hilarious laughs and angry rants, there's a person in here too, not just a Frank Oz midget pushing buttons and making noises. This is just the first in what should be many stories to understand why I can be a little crazy/neurotic in my daily life and how I think about things. The other day I borrowed my parents car so I could drop mine off for an inspection. The inspection would take only a few hours but from the time I got to my parents house till the time I left, they both told me about 8 times each that I needed to fill the gas tank immediately on the car I was borrowing because it was 'dangerously low on gas'. Now keep in mind I am only taking the car for 4 hours and I don't have a job, I am expecting it to be below E on the gauge. I love my parents, they treat me like gold, but they can be a little worried about things. And when I say a little I mean alot, about everything. They are much older than most parents for people my age, I was born much later in their life, 19 years after my closest brother, I believe the scientists have a term for this occurrence in nature, called a 'mistake'. But they love this mistake like it was an 'on purpose'. Stop me if the scientific stuff is too much. So I go to leave and say good bye, I again get the gas warning, I start the car and the fuel gauge is a quarter of the way above the half way mark. This means I would have to probably be driving from time I leave till the time I come back to burn all the gas off. I guess my parents assumed I was going to take one of my crazy unemployed mid-week solo trips to Delaware and back while I waited for my car and that doing so would be dangerous due to the gas situation. Needless to say I went to the mall, 10 minutes away, and came back forgetting to put gas in. The fuel guage didn't even budge but I think that sums alot about me up and growing up with my parents. I've become a very forgetful over-thinker.