It’s a low level scared. Like being a sentry in watch through the night. You’re used to it. It’s not like the alarms are blaring and you don’t know where the problem is, but there is always that nagging feeling that something is going to happen to break the safety any second.

You go to work. The boss makes sure you feel like you are barely scraping by on your performance. You are coming in early to make sure you clock in at the exact second requested. God forbid a traffic jam causes you to be a minute late. You give your best all day at work and go home a zombie at night, but hey you kept your job and health insurance another day. Sure hope the car doesn’t break. You can’t afford a repair bill right now. Speaking of bills, you just heard that your rent will be increasing in a few months. It’s basically extortion at this point, but you can’t afford anywhere else either. Where will you get extra money in a few months? Oh well. That’s a problem for a few months from now. Maybe you can be an Uber driver or something. Well, not with your worn down car. Maybe instacart deliveries.

It’s basically like that. Everyone is on the edge wondering what mild breeze will be the one that pushes them over.