Anxiety

Lying in bed last night with X, I had a mild anxiety attack. What could have brought this on? I pointed out to her that I was sort of happy for the first time in a while. I had made money that night at work. We were going on vacation the next week. I could afford the vacation. I should be as mellow as yellow.

X told me that I'm the type of person that is never happy unless I'm a little unhappy. According to some goofy test we took (she likes these tests), I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop. When there is nothing (or at least little) to worry about, perhaps I create my anxiety to assure myself that something could go wrong.

I dunno. Mebbe.