There is too much ‘Angst’ in the world. By all means do turn and toss at three in the morning. Not least because the most likely time you are going to die is at four (yes, I know it’s Valentine’s day today but that doesn’t stop facts).
Come to think of it my youngest nephew is called Valentin. Pronounced ‘teen’. Not ‘tine’.
Yes, Angst. According to my mother, and I know for a fact she made this up for dramatic effect, my first word was “anst” the ‘g’ left out because I started talking at age ten months. Don’t believe everything. Then there is Kindergarten, and later Weltschmerz kicks in. Closely followed by Zeitgeist.
A discarded banana skin leading to Schadenfreude. Which, naturally, and in my experience, the English delight in. Not least because Schadenfreude is German. So they can wash their hands of it and any insurance claim. A bit like Pontius Pilatus. Though have always felt sorry for him.