What stops me worrying about the zombie apocalypse? Routine, routine, routine
I’m a fairly anxious person. I know this because whenever I’m on the tube, I like to play a game I call: “If a zombie apocalypse broke out now, who would I align with and who would I leave behind?” Usually, the scrawny guy listening to 80s hip-hop is my top choice for potential ally. The buff gym dude manspreading across the carriage gets ditched because – according to The Walking Dead – betas are resourceful, while alphas become extremely aggressive zombies after their hubris inevitably gets them bitten (RIP Glenn and Shane).
My brain constantly conjures up make-believe worst-case scenarios that I put time, effort and energy into solving. Time, effort and energy that should be put into work, admin or Tinder. My anxiety has become a lifelong companion that I have learned to manage by keeping to set routines. All my days look virtually the same: I wake up, bike into town, work from a cafe, eat my prepped meal boxes and go to the gym. There is no room for error or spontaneity because spontaneity is an uncalculated risk that my anxiety levels can’t afford for me to take.
Except, sometimes I do. My routine calms my anxious mind and gives me a semblance of control, but spontaneous outings with friends are a release – they give my brain the chance to switch off from being on high alert. When you can’t control the parameters of a situation, the outcome matters less – and that is where life happens. My most recent spontaneous weekend away ended with me eating the best pasta of my life in an alleyway in Salerno, Italy. Sure, all the rich Italian food set off the biggest gout attack of my life, but that was a risk my anxious mind quickly quelled by making me consume an abundance of citrus (and making me promise to never go on a spontaneous weekend away again).
• Evelyn Mok is an actor and comedian