Angst for the Memories
Over the last several years I’ve experienced moments of high anxiety, stimulated by some problem in my life which at the time seemed so overwhelming that I thought I wouldn’t survive it. I’m convinced that the older I get, the higher the anxiety levels I attain. Stress and fear, combined with an acute imagination, has the potential for some serious mind fornication. A good friend of mine insisted that I should stop watching television news, as it was just more flamable liquid to throw on the fire at the altar of Anxiety. He figured the more you hear about world events and disasters, the more the possibility to depress and distress. You know, he just might  be on to something….
Nah, keep on watching the news. Treat it like a spoof on reality – this stuff can’t be real, can it? Or, just watch reruns of the Three Stooges instead. Same amount of pain and suffering, just done from a funnier perspective. Remember, life, like most things, tastes a little bit sweeter with a dash of salt thrown in – who knows why. Or maybe that’s only true when making goulash…
I guess putting your head in the sand only works for ostriches!