Why we Worry
I sometimes wonder what I’d do if I didn’t constantly have something to worry about. Worry is now like my morning cup of tea - I can still go about my day without it, but that day feels a little bit empty. The act of worrying has evolved from an infrequent pastime to a ritual piece of the day, one more thing to tick off my list, a place of comfort almost - if I worry, it means I’m alive. My newest worry is the worry of not having anything to worry about - I often find myself inventing something to worry about when I can’t find a worrisome-enough item of worry for the day. I wonder what it’s like to be one of those people who don’t spend 50% of their waking moments in some state of worry. Sounds really lame honestly, would not recommend.