Some things, I worry about too much. And some things, not nearly enough.
When something bad happens to me, I tend to think its terribly bad. I usually am wrong about this. Sometimes, not as wrong as I'd like to be, but still -- wrong.
I would like to think that when I grow up, this will correct itself.
But as a person I don't know said here, I seem to be growing up despite this.
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With more practice I could be a professional worrier. As it is, I'm pretty sure I could quit my job to be an Olympic taper.
Not sure what an Olympic taper is, sorry. I do know that I was disappointed when I found exactly how the people who do the sex verification at the Olympics do it. I had something more... direct... in mind. Pity.
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