Thursday, April 15, 2010

Speaking Of Worrying...

I have always been a worrier. I probably worried about the other babies in the nursery shortly after I was born.There's nothing I haven't worried about. My family and friends. Co-workers. Neighbors.  Patients and their families at my work. Celebrities. Politicians. Foreign governments. Global Warming.
Rain forests. Animals on the endangered species lists. Missing Children.

I worry about my own health and everyone else's. The Deficit. Our troops. The American Economy. Crime. The unemployed. Will there be Social Security when I'm old enough to retire? Violence in schools and bullies. Sex offenders. My Landlord. The guy who is installing the new windows in my complex. The girl who recently got evicted. The list goes on and on.

Sometimes I worry that I'm not worried enough. Or that I haven't worried about something I should have been worried about. It bothers me when I see other people who don't seem to be worried at all. I worry that their lack of worrying will cause future catastrophes. 

I wonder if I believe that worrying will prevent bad things from happening, or lessen the degree. Sort of like a Catholic's Purgatory. If you say enough prayers while you're living, you won't have to spend as much time in Purgatory after you die.

I worry that my anxieties might be a... problem. I suppose I could seek counciling or go on medication. But then I'd have to worry about making appointments, getting there and the adverse effects of anti-anxiety agents on my body.

Somebody has to do the worrying. Don't worry. I got your back!