For the past couple of days I had been repeatedly bumping into the door of one of the bathroom stalls at work. I had started to become concerned that maybe there was something wrong with my brain. Why did I keep wanting to push through a door that I should be pulling?
I eventually learned that property management had changed the door from push to pull, but this didn't become clear until after a good handful of accomplished, intelligent young women had seriously started to worry about their own sanity and coordination. How easily we doubt ourselves.
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