Yesterday I complained outloud about the stresses that my parents were putting on me–issues about me moving to the East Coast and all these appointments I need to make. Both of my parents constantly remind me to do this and that.

My dad was washing the dishes while I had ranted all this. \”Let me show you some real anxiety,\” he said.

He walked over to the table and picked up the remote, turning on the TV. The TV was on the spelling bee in Washington DC. At that moment, a boy of 12 years old was trying to spell a word. He asked the annoucer for the word of origin then a question about the roots. My dad pointed at the TV, \”Now that is anxiety.\”