Fears and Such

I'm a worrier. I worry about things when I don't have something to think about. I worry about people's reactions to me, I worry about my grades, I worry about not worrying about my grades, I worry about eating too much, I worry about not eating enough, and I especially worry about things that are far beyond my control. These general worries make me a mess when I'm left to my own devices. This is why I never stop working on things. I either have to be reading or writing, planning or building, cleaning or messing up. If I ever stop moving, I get an unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach. These things stretch over to almost everything I do, and sometimes I just want to admit what silliness I tend to worry about:

• If I do not do the dishes, they might rebel after gaining their independence.
• (If I do the dishes too often they will become overworked, lethargic, and generally useless.)

• If I don't do well in school, I won't graduate and everyone I know will pity me and hate me.
• (Doing too well means that people tend to think I'm intelligent.)

• Reading outside might draw the ire of the local Rocs that will swoop down and carry me away before I can write my last will and testament.
• (Reading inside will anger the Gnomes.)

• Local law enforcement confiscating my computer after learning about the stash of highly valuable Very Large Primes located on my external hard drive.
• (Actually having them requires figuring out how to generate them using a Raspberry Pi.)

• The God of Stoplights (an ancient deity long forgotten and re-situated during the 1930's New Gods Act in response to the rise of technology in the new world) might cancel our agreement about yellow lights.
• (Also that I might remember what I signed away in that agreement.)

• Thursday might actually be Friday at one point, and that we only have 6 days in the week from now on.
• (Not to mention the implications on the length of the year and the extreme haste to the heat death of the universe.)

• That perhaps one day there will be no more potato chips.
• (And no twice baked potatoes either...)

• Japanese Giant Hornets. 

There. Those are the things that I worry about on a constant basis. Trust me, it's a terrible existence that you want no part of. Also, rocs are a protected species in Michigan. Who would have guessed?