I worry that people will see my laugh-lines and assume that I’ve had it too easy all my life.
When I go to a urinal and someone else walks up at the same time but finishes WAY before I do, I worry that I might be peeing wrong.
I’ve got a gnawing anxiety that people will see the way that I walk as racist.
Is the music I listen to putting subliminal messages into my head or just the idea that they are doing that?
I fear that one day I’ll forget how to speak English but my friends won’t tell me because they’ll find it endearing.
I’m afraid that they will determine that I am to be the next Dalai Lama but that I’ll be away from my phone when they call.
I worry that the women who aren’t laughing at me are being laughed at by all other women…
I feel that, if my butter is spreadable, it must have some ulterior motive for being so.
I worry that one day everything I dread is going to happen to somebody that isn’t me, but a mad scientist is going to take my brain and put it in his body. Also, he’ll be uglier than I am and he’ll spend all of my savings.
I often worry that a fire will start up in my home and my smoke detectors will be too polite to wake me.
I worry that people laugh at my jokes because they are funny instead of just being polite.
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Lol.
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Racist walk sounds like fun. Generally racist or a particular walk aimed at one race…. Goose-step fits as a bit too specific
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Goose stepping in kind of a John Cleese thing, now, isn’t it?
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Now? Or 50 years ago
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Lately, I’ve found it hard to tell the difference…
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Yeh it all melds together, was that yesterday or 100 years ago? I guess memory has no time
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Worry, feel afraid toooo much 🙂 you should be our Santa :))
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What makes you think I”m not?
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LOL 😂
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