Maybe we only think of anxiety as bad because we only realize we’re anxious when it becomes quite Powerful.

Sometimes we can be in danger and not even feel the slightest tinge of anger

When I was 22 I was riding my bicycle through the middle of a medium-sized town along the very broad Street there was no traffic it was eight o’clock in the evening and I was on my way to sing in a choir.

I noticed a car was coming very very fast out of a side road and it was coming straight at me .

There was absolutely nothing I could do it was almost on me as soon as I noticed it.

I remember thinking, is this it question mark time seem to go very slowly as the car approached me struck me on the right I flew up into the air it seemed very slow to me and then I fell down and landed on my head.

I saw stars and I thought oh so it’s true you do see stars

It’s possible that the problems I’ve had with my vision maybe related to this accident but at the time I did not even have concussion mysteriously

Anxiety is useful when you can do something about what you fear is going to happen as crossing the road you see the cars moving faster than you thought and you can run. Maybe anxiety is only bad when it lasts for a long time

I feel very anxious once when I cut my hands or rather I pricked my hand on a thorn

I know I was not well and I felt very nervous but I decided to investigate and it appears now that we don’t have tested this boost as every 10 years because the world Health organisation has a decided that if you have the three  injections as an infant

That is you are vaccinated as an infant or later in life that is sufficient to last you throughout your life unless you have a deep dirty cut or a wound from a very dusty rusty object.

Now one of my neighbours was trying to reassum me that you can’t  catch tetanus in your own garden

She has a strong defense of what is called denial in fraudian terms which I don’t have and I wish sometimes I did have it but on the other hand maybe it is better to face reality. Reality might be unpleasant but it is reality and that’s what we have to live in, the real world

But it’s very hard and we all have our defences the mine might be different from yours or hers

Anxiety or even fear can be very useful as long as we are not afraid of it.

If you’re already un well or exhausted then your anxiety might be stronger and you may need to rest or take some protective action

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Stan was leaning over, cleaning the new bath.When the doorbell rang,he rushed downstairs and opened the double front door.
“Will you take this parcel in for the lady next door?” The postman asked wearily.
“Oh,fine Stan stuttered.He was trying to avoid Annie but here she was,coming down the road of superior semi detached houses suitable for ex-headmasters ,small businessmen,econometricians,surgeons,pie salesmen and theologians.
She was wearing perfume, and green sandals from TK Maxx,light khaki tencel cropped combat trousers with a purple silky over-blouse, not to mention her matching raspberry and cream underwear .Round her neck hung a miniature grandfather clock on a solid gold chain,and she had three imitation gold and silver watches on each of her three wrists making a total of 333 watches according to Carnap’s theory of logic and Russell’s terrible handwriting. Stanley didn’t know that she had a mobile phone stuffed into her bra—one advantage for the larger sized woman.In fact she had 4 down there in her raspberry coloured glamour bra,as she had a phobia about their batteries running down all at once
The more she had the lower the probability of her being without a phone whilst out and about the town and countryside.So she reasoned in her womanly way. Just then one phone rang.She rummaged around to the consternation and turmoil-uation of Stanley and the postman.She plucked out a pale blue phone.
“Hi,it’s Annie” she murmured.
“Hi Annie it’s Dave the paramedic with carpentry skills. You’ve not rung 999 lately so we were wondering if all was well!”
“Oh,I’m terribly sorry.I’ll try to phone later on.Thanks,Petal.That was Dave,our ex-transvestite converted paramedic”,she informed the men.The postman galloped off on his donkey, his bags full of undelivered males.It’s a tough but interesting life in Knittingham. Would you like a male delivery?Contact Parcel Force without delay.
Annie went into Stan’s house and demanded a cup of coffee.
“Won’t it make you put weight on” Stan quipped ironically.
“Do you think I’m too plump?” she responded anxiously..
“Too plump for what?” he quipped amiably.
“To attract men,of course!”
“No,my angel,you are just perfect”he quacked definitively.”Nor are you an angel,strictly speaking,as I have good reason to know.Thank you,my beloved for services rendered so generously and freely.”
“Oh,my goodness I must get home to render the fat from the beef and to make some gooseberry jam.” Stanley looked uneasy.
“I wonder why babies are left under gooseberry bushes?
The thorns are so big it’s quite dangerous getting them out,or so Mary told me when Lyra was born. She was covered in scratches and wouldn’t come near me for months.”
“Why don’t you come upstairs to look at our new purple bathroom suite.Since the Royal Wedding it’s the in colour.The gold taps were expensive but they do go well.”
“My God,let me out.” she bawled,”It reminds me of the Vatican and that’s no place for a lady”,
“Not even a gay lady?” Stan muttered parsimoniously, as he licked her eyelashes gently.
“Stop that.I’ve got my Yves St Laurent mascara on.”
“I prefer the taste of the Chanel,”he disclosed privately in an internal secret memo.[available in 50 years]
“Why not lick my neck instead?” she enquired curiously as she tripped over Emile the cat, who had slipped into the bathroom as usual to see what they were up to,you know what I mean, you catch my drift?
She fell floppily into the bath and banged her head on the taps.
“Oh,gosh,better ring 999” Stan said to Emile.
“Have you got your catphone warehouse mobile on you?”
“Yes ,it’s in my y-fronts”, the cat amiably miaowed.
“Hi Dave,this is Emile.Can you come quick.Annie is unconscious and what is worse,she has scratched the new bath.”
In fact it was Emile who had scratched the bath that morning but since Stan had not noticed he hoped to, callously, pass the blame onto poor Annie.How cruel can a cat be? Ask any mouse! Still in the end God made all of us and what a terrifying and beautiful world it is.

You shall have no other Gods for tea ever
You shall not make for yourself any mind doll nor sit down with it nor versify nor terrify it nor me
You shall not misuse the Home of the Word.
You shall remember and keep the Sabbath day wholly free
You must not commit murder nor fantasise it nor pretend war is just harmless fun
You must not commit adultery even with uncivil partners
You must not steal benefits from the poor nor deride them
You must not give false references about your Saviour
You must not be envious of your neigbour’s goods.

You shall not be sensuous with his mouse nor her wife, nor any cat that emits love with right behaviour.