Anxiety

Anxiety. I have to have noise. Not that noise. It’s the tv in the background. I don’t do much these days. Anxiety. It has to eat too. Food. I don’t have to hunt and gather like in ancient times. Sometimes, I wish we did. We all did that, thousands of years ago. Anxiety. We have to move in sync. Or else we stutter. We have to go to bed at 9:30 pm. Around, around, around. Water bottle on the floor next to my bed… I almost tripped over it. Anxiety. I could have it. I could get evaluated someday. Or I could cook toast for breakfast. Or I could get ready for work. Anxiety. Is it when… You know?