not To have been affected by the klimatångest or klimatpanik are increasingly beginning to feel like a social handicap. It would almost be a relief to slip over in the klimatskeptikernas lågpannade furrow, and sneer at the UN panel of experts that it is bought and tweaked and molested.
With me it is worse. I believe in everything that it will be alerted on. But the panic does not want to appear. I larvar on with my, working together, my stories, rejoice in worldly pleasures and weighed down by worldly concerns.
I'm starting to lean to that there are some things that just withers away, within a with the years. Dries out. Take the end of the year.
was the arms race the big framtidshotet. I was so panic that I ended up going to the school. Why would I study the contribution and osmosis when the world would still go under?
And my fear of flying was not of this world. I went to a doctor and asked for sedatives. She shook her head and said that stuff to you liking. Then it is better to take a drink.
So I did it. It's not every day you can stand at Arlanda airport, and ten in the morning, pressing in itself whisky, and defend themselves with that the family doctor has prescribed it.
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Then I had children, which opened the new klöverängar for the panic to rush out. I remember times when treåringen would be down in the yard and toss the garbage, and I stood on the edge of the kitchen window and glanced two stairs down to assure me that she has not been kidnapped on the way. Or when sexåringen didn't come straight home from school, and not answered the cell phone, and the panic grew so strong that I gave me out on the bike against Katarina Southern, street up and street down.”, Why does the engines like that, which is why dunks it from the landing gear?” Photo: Lasse Swärd
happened something strange.
I sat in an airplane and felt the panic come on, why let the engines like that, which is why dunks it from the landing-place, and do not see the flight attendants unusual gritted out? The panic rushed back and forth in the corridors, banging on the usual the doors and the expected mangrann setup.
But this time for not the doors up, my mental faculties fell not out and they had not dressed to full-scale brandmansmundering. No, they gläntade on the doors, and blinked grusögt against the panic that was out there to mobilise them. They swept morgonrocken half-heartedly around him and wanted to judge go and add again.
We plunge soon! shouted the panic. I know it's just. All the signs are there.
But my mental faculties bligade tired of the panic and said:
– No, we do not. And you know it too.
Sometimes there are adequate reasons to suffer from panic. But it has withered away, dried up, exhausted. And I can't find it anymore.
of course, not so easy. It started rattling a lot of air out of the mind, and believed themselves to thus win the debate, as it was accustomed to. For the spiritual faculties could not deny that it happens despite everything aviation accidents. It has happened before, and it will happen again. So why would we not plunge right now? nagged panic. Can you perhaps provide any guarantees that we will not do it?
And the panic stared challenging on my mental faculties, and waited to at least get to see them flat with your eyes or wrinkle your eyebrows. Any single character on the life out of its quirky, half-asleep state.
But my mental faculties shrugged just his shoulders and said calmly:
– Yes, in this case, we do well there.
Then pulled the door shut. The steps died away. And the panic stood perplexed in the hallway and looked around, at the other doors. But suddenly, he knew that there was no point rushing around and banging and alert. No one would open. The spiritual faculties had grown tired of him.
of the worst messages a panic can be met by: a tired shrug of the shoulders that says that there are things you can do something about, and then there are things that are beyond one's ability.
It could sound like a happy ending. But I'm not so sure. Sometimes there are adequate reasons to suffer from panic. But it has withered away, dried up, exhausted. And I can't find it anymore.
However, do I sort my garbage, drive the car, throw away no food. And is working on.