I want you to take a deep breath. Then I want you to let it out. Then take another one, and let it out. Now another. Now sit down, because odds are if you're as out of shape as I am you're about to pass out.
Anyway, now that we got that out of the way, I want to do something cathartic for you. You see that title? The title that made you kinda mad at me (or maybe made you want to tell me "I told you so")? I want you to find a mirror, or perhaps a very reflective window, or maybe even a very still lake in a mountainside clearing (this last one is preferable to get the desired Zen we're going to try and reach here, though mountainside clearings can be hard to come by in Kansas City).