- the weather today
- the wheeze in my lungs
- my ability to get or manage money
- basically everyone in the world (especially on the topic of how much / whether they like me)
- my own feelings
I constantly catch myself wrapped up in, say, feeling really angry. I have to check myself constantly: Am I really angry? How do I know? Really? Things feel so uncertain, and most uncertain is my ability to attach meaning to anything. I feel, like, Barbara Streisand Crazy. Am I really going to do this? Why? Really? Movie Poster crazy. Am I really in love with you? Are you the perfect human being? Why? Am I perfect too? Extra Ketchup Crazy.
What is going on here, friends?