Worries

I'm one of those people who worries about everything and anything.  Some of it makes a lot of sense.  Most of it doesn't.  And I don't know how to change that.  I don't know what to do about it.  I'm just one of those people who worries.  I don't even know what I'm worried about right now, but as per usual, I'm worried, which is a thoroughly frustrating situation to be in.

I don't really want to waste time or space rambling about how I'm worried about being worried or not being worried or having things to worry about or not having things to worry about.  I don't want to worry and I really don't want to ramble about it.  I sometimes find myself to be a thoroughly frustrating individual, and this is a prime example of times when this is the case.

Without further thought then, I'll just cut this short and spare you all the rambling nonsense of worry that is currently seeping from every pore much as angst once did.  I guess I'm glad I'm over that.  Not that I care terribly much, I really don't feel much different.  Okay, so maybe I'm just tired and should shut up and get some sleep.  Yes, that there sounds like a reasonable idea.  For once.