I’m so full of angst. I’m an adult male, but I could easily be an extra in that Dracula vs. Wolfman movie all the teenagers are going wild for, just on my angst level alone. Forget the fact that I don’t sparkle and can formulate complete, coherent sentences around women. Forget the fact that I’m not pretty enough to play the lead . . . the male lead. When it comes to angst, I am theÂ reigning world champion.
Say what you will about teenage years. Sure they’re tough. But the angst and stress we go through as teenagers, where surpremely important at the time,Â can spring from very trivial things. Angst has an entirely different flavor in the adult world. Jobs are on the line. Families. Marriages.
My god, it’s Thanksgiving Day, and I woke up angst-ridden. I’m anxious about the upcoming family gathering. Is grandpa going toÂ tell highly inappropriate jokes to the children? Is my uncle Earl going to drink too much and admit to a gay love affair?Â Are my sister and my cousin going to get into a slap fight over lumpy mash potatoes?
That would be horrible . . . . if none of those things happened.
I don’t know. I started drinking atÂ daybreak to handleÂ myÂ anxiety about today, and I’m going to continue that special program of coping for the next couple of days or so. In the meantime:
What is causing you angst? Job? Marriage? Holidays? How do you de-angst yourself? Booze? Drugs? Sex? And . . . wait for it . . . What are you thankful for? (Ugh . . .Â trite AI questions just add to my angst.)
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