I feel like I'm slowly becoming a worrier and a mental prisoner. I don't know if it's because there's so much depressing material in the news that reminds me of all of the **** that could happen, or if it's something else. I'm 30 years old if that matters.
Do you generally think about low-probability negative events before you even cross that bridge?
Do you think about how you would handle very severe situations, like:
- Getting cancer or some other major illness
- Getting into a major car accident
- Someone severely defrauds you, and you're unable to get your money back
- Getting framed for a crime, or getting falsely accused of a crime
- How you would deal with the loss of someone close to you
- Getting sued by someone who's out to get you
Do you think about:
- What the state of your professional life will look like in X years?
- What the state of your personal life will look like in X years?
I consider myself a rational and level-headed person, so I don't know exactly what's happening. The logical side of me tells me that it's entirely unproductive to worry about many things before crossing that bridge. But yet something within is overriding the reasonable side of me.
This really sucks...
Do you generally think about low-probability negative events before you even cross that bridge?
Do you think about how you would handle very severe situations, like:
- Getting cancer or some other major illness
- Getting into a major car accident
- Someone severely defrauds you, and you're unable to get your money back
- Getting framed for a crime, or getting falsely accused of a crime
- How you would deal with the loss of someone close to you
- Getting sued by someone who's out to get you
Do you think about:
- What the state of your professional life will look like in X years?
- What the state of your personal life will look like in X years?
I consider myself a rational and level-headed person, so I don't know exactly what's happening. The logical side of me tells me that it's entirely unproductive to worry about many things before crossing that bridge. But yet something within is overriding the reasonable side of me.
This really sucks...