Monday, October 29, 2012

What? Me Worry?

Another view of the debris of broken houses, s...
Another view of the debris of broken houses, showing the power of the Humber River during Hurricane Hazel. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Just sitting here waiting for Hurricane Sandy to come barrelling through Niagara.

Am I worried?

Are you kidding? 
I still haven't recovered from Hurricane Hazel.

And since 1954 I've had lots of time to worry about other things, i.e., nuclear holocaust, botulism, swine flu,  bird flu, anthrax, hornets, mercury poisoning, high blood pressure, wild mushrooms, electrocution, terrorists, cancer, the return of TB, the return of SARS, plane crashes, Stephen Harper, global warming, rabid raccoons and head lice.


But I try to keep a lid on it. 

If you met me, you might not realize what a seething cauldron of anxiety I am behind this calm-ish exterior.


Recently I learned that is all because the amygdala.

Your amygdala is the part of your brain that sends warnings to you when danger is close. 
For example during the Zombie Apocalypse it will say, "Lock your door!"

And interestingly enough, according to the book I'm reading, a person's tendency to be neurotic is inherited, which for me is a huge relief that it isn't just something that I developed on my own.

The book is called Quirk, Brain Science Makes Sense of Your Peculiar Personality  by Hannah Holmes.

(It is quite funny, the author herself being an anxious neurotic.  She believes there is an evolutionary reason why some people have worry genes and some don't.)

Anyway, today while I wait for the water of Lake Ontario to rise and sweep St. Catharines into Hudson's Bay, I'm going to be curled up on the couch reading Quirk, secure in the knowledge that I'm not the only one wearing a bathing suit.

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