Post 4 - Arch Nemesis
A Toast To: Progress? Song Pairing: The Blue Stones "Come Apart" (from the album, METRO, 2025). Anxiety is a fucker. It's a thing I wish didn't exist. I am even annoyed with myself for giving it space on this page and more time than I already do. The fucker is with me most days, less so on good ones. With anxiety comes an expertise in the glorious world of mindfucking. Add in living alone and having a whole lot of time to myself, it's fucking wonder how or why I get my ass out of bed everyday. Definition of anxiety: 1a) apprehensive uneasiness or nervousness usually over an impeding or anticipated misfortune b) an abnormal and overwhelming sense of apprehension and fear often marked by physical signs (such as tension, sweating, and increased pulse rate), by doubt concern the reality and nature of the threat, and by self-doubt about one's capacity to cope with it c) mentally distressing concern or interest d) a strong desire sometimes mixed with doubt, fear, o...