In the end it doesn’t matter.
In the end it doesn’tt matter how good your grades were. What that one stranger thought of you. If they did or didn’t like your new hair.
In the end we all die, don’t spend your years worrying about shitty things.
You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.