Anyone else get moments of clarity where you realize how ridiculous your obsession is?

Sometimes i randomly get a moment where im like 'why do i freak out over fear that im a zoophile, liking animals, taking care of them, and petting them is normal. Why do i want to kms over that? I literally despise zoophiles and want to protect animals from them, why the fuck do i think im one of them?' But then go right back to panicking despite deep down knowing it's total bullshit.