Imagine every time your heart starts racing, a confetti cannon explodes and a kazoo blares—so suddenly stress turns into a circus. People would start checking their wrist like a hype‑up alarm, turning tense moments into glittery break‑dance sessions. It’d make us laugh instead of sigh, but maybe we’d still freak out over the sudden fireworks. At best you’d get a giggle every time your pulse spikes, so instead of drowning in anxiety you’re dancing with confetti and clown squeals. Maybe the world would get a little brighter, or maybe everyone would just jump into a spontaneous balloon‑filled office. Either way, no one would let stress get a boring solo performance again.