My The Rapist says that worry is using your imagination to create what you don’t want. For example, I worry that I’ll never work in this town again and will have to go home and live underneath my parent’s pool table in the basement. Is it worry, or is it creating narratives for bad things to happen, so that they don’t? So that we remain realistic in terms of our expectations for our lives? Parents, no offense against your pool table, or basement, because after all, it is carpeted down there, and that table is conveniently located next to a minifridge.