It’s a buzzing in the joints and an itch around your shoulder blades. Sometimes it’s a shock, but it’s always a hum. Anxiety is electric. It moves through your body quickly. You don’t notice it at first. It creeps up on you, completing its circuit a thousand times before you realize it. The thoughts are generated first and there’s constantly a full charge. They bounce around the inside of your skull with enough energy to blow power lines. Tics spark up all over your system. Twitchy fingers subconsciously ruin manicures and peel lips. The land of discontent is having a thunderstorm and you’re the lightning bolt.