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I'm with miss-lapin. I worry about pretty much everything. On a Monday night, I can get myself worked up about what I am going to snack upon on Saturday. I fret endlessly about American foreign policy and long term impacts of the Bush administration. I squirm thinking about what Ashlee Simpson's wedding dress look like, and is she really pregnant?
My husband's health and how long our future will be. Or bills. Or how to motivate our 18 year old daughter because she doesn't want anything (ie: doesn't want to drive; doesn't want to work; doesn't really go anywhere; doesn't seem to mind that). Good Grief, will she be stuck with us forever?!
Mostly it's how to keep my anxiety at bay. I worry about everything, and I've started to be able to recognize the loops for what they are and shut them down, but occasionally one will take hold (or be buried too deep for me to get in one night - that's when I resort to chemicals) and I lose the whole night and most of the next day.
Succumbing to Locked-In Syndrome. What'll happen when the world's economy crashes and bad men with guns come from the government to herd me into a camp. Why I can't sleep.
Things that would keep me up if such things kept me up at night:
* That my mom's memory issues will get even worse
* That my family will get into a huge fight over selling mom's house
* That my house in the 'burbs will ever sell (11 months now)
* That I bought a giant white elephant of a Victorian house in the city that will either kill us or pauper us
* That my 18 year old son will never get his act together
* That the startup that I work for will fold
* That I'm 43 and half my damn life is over
OK, that's enough. I sound like a very middle-classed and middle-aged engineer don't I?
I worry that the house will catch fire, about alcolholism, that the BF won't love me anymore and our relationship will end, about paying the bills, about someone close to me dying unexpectedly.