Yeah, that's anxiety. Most of us are wired because in the distant past, home was partially defined as being the place where you did not have anxiety. I think often of that scene in Mel Gibson's *Apocalypto* where the patriarch of the tribe (the main character's father) stops him before they re-enter the village because he senses that his son is fearful about what they'd seen earlier. The father tells the son not to bring his fear into their home. He knows that fear itself is toxic. We'd have *reason* to fear when our enemy was in front of us, when we could *see him*. Now we have an enemy that moves in the shadows, sneaking around within our homes, even coming across air waves and polluting the minds of our own people against us. It's an altogether different kind of snake in the grass. Part of the reason I wound up becoming red-pilled was because I couldn't understand why my anxiety had flared up so acutely, seemingly out of nowhere. This was probably sometime around 2012. When I started to look around and figure out what was going on, it became clear this was happening to other people as well, and not a one of us could explain why suddenly we'd all become alerted, living with anxiety daily. Once you get a clue, and you can see your enemy clearly (wherever he actually *is*), your anxiety levels go down. That doesn't mean my pessimism has gone down, but now that I have a clearer view of my enemy, my anxiety has virtually disappeared - save for the natural levels we all get ahead of important things.