It’s a good practice to avoid those who are capable of being insulted. They’re typically also capable of much worse than that.
The process for eradicating anxiety is simple. All that’s required is to destroy its native habitat — i.e., the Future.
The presence of talent in an individual doesn’t guarantee an equal volume of sense. Consider, by way of example, the fetish for innovation, a condition that afflicts those who possess the former but not the latter.
Anxiety is the result of a misapprehension — not of the horrors that exist in the world (those are real), but the consequences of experiencing them. The worst moments, just like the best, are abruptly relegated to obscurity.
There’s little benefit to imitating so-called “great” men and women. By definition, they’ve forfeited at least one quality possessed by anyone with sense: their anonymity.
Anxiety is a preemptive form of survivor’s guilt. Not compelled to endure the worst, one experiences a simulated version of it, anyway.
I used to dread the possibility that everyone might look at me. Now I pity the few who actually do it.