When Anxiety Pulls Up a Chair

Is this what it means to be haunted?

Photo by Patryk Sikora on Unsplash

I’ve been swimming a lot lately, at a pool that requires you to reserve a lane. Easy enough. But for me, making the reservation is only the beginning. While I’m in the the locker room pre-swim, I’ll start to worry that that someone might be in my reserved lane, and will refuse to leave. This obviously never happens.