Worry

One of the things I’ve done a lot of in my life is worry. I worry about where “you” go when you fall asleep, I worry about my dog walking on rocks, I worry about money, I worry about my friends and family, I worry about dead people seeing me naked, I worry about not being a good friend, and I worry about not celebrating my grandma's birthday in case it’s the last. I have a long list of other things, but to make it short, I’m a worrier. One of the things I’ve always worried about is that other people will think the bad things I’ve thought about myself. One thing that I worry about is that people will think I’m annoying. Lately, since I’ve started taking this anxiety medicine in combination with not going to the gym like I should, I worry that people will think that I’ve been packing on the pounds. Of course I know it – I don’t want you to tell me, but I worry that people think it. I also have been called “laid back” which I don’t think that I am, and I actually worry about ruining the perception. Of course, being laid back and a worrier don’t go together that I know of, so I am left to wonder who I really am, and whether every time someone sees me they think “she needs to go to the gym.”