Eternally worrying

One of the annoying things about worrying is that there’s no respite, it’s an eternal pest.

For example, you can’t get to sleep because you’re so worried you and your family are going to miss your flight tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning comes and you yell, clap and shepherd as much as you can to get everyone out the door before your assigned leave time.

Then you sit in the taxi anxiously biting your nails praying for light traffic and no accidents to delay your progress.

Finally you arrive!

You’ve avoided potentially the biggest hindrance to missing a flight and now you’ve got two hours to get through security and find your gate.

But what if two hours isn’t enough?

What if there’s some kind of equipment failure that prevents passengers moving quickly through?

New target acquired!

“Ok everyone pick up their bags and get through security as fast as you can!”

There’s no end.

There’s no celebrating the fact that you got through security, there is only an immediate adjustment to worry about the next thing and the next thing and the next thing.

At least at the end of sports tournaments they get a night out.

Your own brain doesn’t even congratulate you for successfully worrying your way to achievement, it just says:

“Look alive, there’s more things to worry about!”