"Perhaps I had an ulterior motive which was to get the bear out of my pocket"
The joke goes something like this: the man living in or near the army base has a nubile daughter (though the joke, of course, isn't about her getting married), and he is very worried all the time about the young soldiers' interest in her, and he comes home to discover that his worst fears have been confirmed, and collapses with relief, saying, "Thank God that's over."
If I had been (meta-)anxious over the fact that I couldn't put a finger on what was making me anxious last night, I can stop now, because this morning I got a call from my dad saying my mom has had a sudden case of appendicitis. "Thank God that's over." Or as Ron Eldard's character says in Drop Dead Fred, "Don't you hate being right about the wrong things."
(Ah, but no. Nothing to be anxious about. Everything's fine. Or, as peachy-keen as can be expected. I write simply to parade my intrafamilial psychic powers. Though there's some evidence that those powers might be interfamilial as well. You could claim the chocolate overdose was the cause of the feeling, but that's no argument; why, after all, did I eat all that chocolate in the first place?)
If I had been (meta-)anxious over the fact that I couldn't put a finger on what was making me anxious last night, I can stop now, because this morning I got a call from my dad saying my mom has had a sudden case of appendicitis. "Thank God that's over." Or as Ron Eldard's character says in Drop Dead Fred, "Don't you hate being right about the wrong things."
(Ah, but no. Nothing to be anxious about. Everything's fine. Or, as peachy-keen as can be expected. I write simply to parade my intrafamilial psychic powers. Though there's some evidence that those powers might be interfamilial as well. You could claim the chocolate overdose was the cause of the feeling, but that's no argument; why, after all, did I eat all that chocolate in the first place?)