It cannot be overstated.
When I receive something in the mail that makes me uneasy, unhappy, or otherwise feel out of sorts, my response is always the same after the initial wave of alarm, anxiety et al: I put the letter away, not to be dealt with until the next day.
No matter how bad the content, it's never as powerful and upsetting the next morning.
It's as if the potential emotional hit to my psyche somehow loses some of its impact and punch overnight, the way flowers start to fade from the moment they're cut.
"Anxiety is interest paid on a balance that may never come due."
I don't recall the source but there's truth in that 12-word epigram.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Wait a sec — what's that song I'm hearing?
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ReplyDeleteColonel Brighton : But, sir, we can't just do nothing!
General Allenby : Why not? It's usually best.