I'm watching this special on KQED about anxiety, and in this moment the hippy is opining on the ability of dumb animals to face danger and forget it. We humans are terrorized by memory and forethought, though, and can spend out days in fear without proximate cause.
How frustrating is this? I'm not being pursued by a lion...I'm checking my bank balance. No matter what the balance is, worst case scenario is nothing like having my throat ripped out by the claws of a giant cat, and yet I feel those claws reaching for my throat.
These things come up all the time, in the least appropriate situations. What do we do? How can we adapt? We have to evolve, learn to drink, smoke pot, have random sexual encounters. It's a journey.
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