I'm one of those people who when I go over a bridge, I want to jump. It's just this intense tickle in the back of my throat. It's like I'm on the verge the whole time I'm walking over that bridge, and I'm not going to get a release until I jump.
Correcting it, I don't know; just shedding the light of day on it is a first major step, being one of the earliest generations not to just accept the words.