It’s amazing. The people I know. In a perpetual state of anxiety.
It’s a modern age disease. People imagining. That the sky is falling. Of
course, I feel anxiety. Occasionally. Not perpetually, fortunately. The
anguished around me. Are helpful, really. Serving as a reminder. To avoid their
perplexing lifestyle. Marked by psychosomatic stuff. Mental suffering,
fright, feelings of distress, depression, grief. Little wonder. That I flee. To
my cocoon. To avoid the plague. --Jim Broede
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