I wonder if during the Cold War, the period where Americans thought that every Russian was named Ivan or Sasha, experienced an overwhelming anxiety over the thought that their lives along with the rest of the world could blow up to a million pieces. Obviously Americans were anxious, there are endless academic articles describing the American identity during the Cold War, and the everyday life of the American. However, Americans continued going to work, creating families, and building their lives.
Now, I know many things have changed since the Cold War, or it seems like it has, but we millennials seem to think that the world is on fire. You can ride the subway and overhear twenty-year-olds express how, “their job is giving them anxiety” and how “it’s just too much”. Our boss gives us anxiety, going out shopping gives us anxiety, reading the news gives us anxiety, even taking care of our own goldfish gives us anxiety. Quite frankly, I sometimes catch the anxiety bug from time to time. This usually happens when there’s a lot I have to do, but I decide to wallow in the pettiness and the small things in my life. Thankfully, I am always able to shake the bug off.