I think I worry too much
My mother used to say I was a worry wort. Or maybe it's worry wart? I really don't know.
I just know, I worry.
Is the mosquito that bit me tonight going to infect me with West Nile Virus?
Is the little bubble I found on my neck a tick? And after I pulled it off, will smothering it in rubbing alcohol have any affect?
How do I know if it is a tick?
Will it storm overnight?
Will the new plants survive?
Why does the guy who runs the funereal home look at me and say, "No, how are you really feeling?"
I wonder if my mind is going when I start forgetting things and repeating myself.
I wonder.....a ha! you thought I was going to repeat the line before this, didn't you?
I worry that I will die without getting my book published. I worry that if I send it to a publisher it will be rejected. I worry that I won't be able to handle the rejection and turn to a life of drugs and alcohol.
I worry when I walk into a store or business that my zipper is down.
I constantly worry that if I park near a sewer or drain, I will drop my keys down the drain and be locked out of my car miles from home. For that reason, I never park near a sewer. Ever.
I worry that the server dropped my food on the floor and still gave it to me.
I worry that people who read this blog think I am wasting their time.
I worry that I am wasting their time.
You know, it feels good to vent. I just hope all these worries don't give me more nightmares. I had one last night that was so real it frightened me awake.
But that is another worry...I mean story.
Good night.
Don't worry, be happy.
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