Women worry about everything. And if we have a moment when we aren't worrying about something specific, we are unsettled and worried about our lack of worry.
Somebody has to do it.
My Ex and I had an ongoing debate about worry. He never saw the point in being worried because he thought it didn't solve anything.
Maddening!
Of course worrying solves something! If I didn't worry about it, the universe (which Pen now refers to as the Taco Supreme) will see its opportunity to screw with me. Worry allows me to hope that in some small way, the Taco Supreme will be thwarted.
Unfortunately, this "must worry about everything" aspect of my personality can sometimes be paralyzing. You should see my "Pros" and "Cons" lists—they go on for miles. While I make decisions every day at work, personal decisions seem to come to me more slowly with every passing year.
How do you know when it's time to make the big changes? In relationships, when it was up to me, my rule was, "If I'm more miserable with someone than I am alone, I'm out." (As an aside, when my Ex asked, "But how do you know" to that theory; I did begin to get just the tiniest bit concerned.) But what if the list of "Pros" and "Cons" are weighted differently?
Is it possible for a constant worrier to leap—and not end up with a broken ass for her troubles?
1 comment:
If you operate under the assumption that the Taco Supreme is out to get you at all times (and why wouldn't you?), you have no other recourse than to worry constantly in order ward off bad things. Sure this smacks of hokey dime-store religion or (as I prefer to think of it) *magic!*, but it works for me. Sort of.
p.s. I say leap!
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