Boynton has spent a considerable amount of her time this week, as with all weeks, worrying. Having found out who made the mystery phone call (that she accidentally wiped from her machine) again she has to conclude that such behaviour is probably useless. All things considered. (But that’s if she did consider all things.)
Likewise, the anti-worrying aphorisms provided by sites such as these mostly don't work
Many of the fearful possibilities do not exist outside of our fertile imaginations
Alas, it's that very same small window of existence that keeps us going.
Damn, I guess not.
Just knowing that "Worry can affect your skin (rash or itch). It can impact your respiratory system and aggravating asthma. Growing evidence even suggests that chronic worry can compromise your immune system, making you more vulnerable to bacteria, viruses, perhaps even cancer." makes me worry about worrying.
Sounds like another Catch-22 to me.
Posted by Loren at July 28, 2003 04:05 PM
Can I catch that condition, Loren?
Yes, medical possibilities are always the worst of imaginative scenarios.
I found some more random fortune-cookie "comfort sayings" at the Worry Bank:
but again, they didn't quite wash:
"Things usually seem worse than they really are."
"Cheer up. Things can always be worse. "
Sure about that?...
(and sorry to all for not yet enabling the dreaded html here. Just summoning the nerve)
Posted by boynton at July 28, 2003 04:21 PM
Boynton, sometimes your life reads like a Thomas Hardy novel - but if you were a character in one of his tales no-one would believe it!!
Posted by Nora at July 28, 2003 04:59 PM
I know - this last incident was "so" late Hardy that even he wouldn't believe it. I almost don't myself.
Some days just lack cred for me, they're so absurd.
Posted by boynton at July 28, 2003 05:35 PM