Fear of the non-existent
“I am sooooo stressed, I can’t even eat”, said a young friend of mine, who looked perfectly healthy to me. “But what’s the problem, Shruti?” I asked her. “My results are going to be out tomorrow” she blurted as she trembled by the thought. “So? What’s the problem?” I asked her again, still perplexed. “What’s the problem?? Don’t you get it? That IS the problem. I have no idea what is going to happen.” “That’s good then. If you have no idea about what is going to happen, it is just like any other day of your life. What are you worrying about?” “C’mon girl. The results could be totally bad and then everyone is going to think that I am dumb. Mom Dad will be upset with me, especially dad as he has very high expectation of me. And don’t even get me started on, Pinky aunty” “Who is Pinky aunty?” I was now confused about what the real problem was. Pinky aunty or the results? “My neighbour yaar. She is a bitch. She will announce the results to the whole society. He