Anxiety

I don’t like this feeling. I hate it. I hate feeling guilty, worried, or somewhat concerned about shit that has happened or may happen? Regardless of the subject, the thought process comes with some weight to it. Like geometry, there is a “given” incorporated into the problem. And I associate essentially every feeling as a fucking problem. Why the fuck does happen? Why does my brain work this way? This is some rhetorical questions but I need to fucking address it. The way I’m currently addressing it, isn’t working. In the past; I was so arrogant and oblivious on how my actions impacted people, I didn’t think twice about it. Not
One lost thought on perhaps how I could have done X better or how I could have handled something more efficiently. Today on the other hand, I will drill down to such a detail that I will remember the aroma of where I’m at when the event occurred.




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