Thursday, February 17, 2011

Worry worry worry

I worry.  I worry that blogging about my worrying might scare people off.  I worry that you think I am talking about you, as in you think I'm worried about scarring you off.  I wake up in the morning and worry that all the drinking I did the night before is going to make it impossible for me to fit into any of my clothes.  I worry that my butt looks big and my hair looks flat.  I wish that I could flatten my butt and fatten my hair.  I worry when you don't call that you are dead.  Then I worry that you are alive and that you don't want to talk to me.  Then I worry that you are dead but that before you died you decided that you didn't want to talk to me.  I worry that I drink too much- then because I'm worried I drink.  I worry that someone is in the woods behind my house watching me.  I worry that they see me naked and then decide to stalk someone else.  I worry that Red Bull will give me cancer.  The worrying makes me tired.  So I get a red bull. Then I worry. I worry that this is the only life I got.  Then I worry that I am wasting too much time of it worrying.  I worry that I am finally going to be in a place where I am perfectly happy- like Folgers commercial happy and that then the World will be hit with a meteor and I will have only been Folgers commercial happy for a day.  Then I worry that I am out of coffee.  I worry that I may say the wrong thing.  I am currently worried that I am self destructive, needy and that my shoes don't match my outfit.  I'm worried that by saying that, you are going to think that I am self destructive, needy and that my shoes don't match my outfit.  I worry that I am not worrying enough about the important things- Like I should worry more about my credit score and selling my house but I don't have time to worry about that because I am worried about what I am going to wear on March 5th to a fancy party.  I worry that I sound shallow- I worry that I am shallow.  I worry that you think that I am shallow because you are right- I am shallow.  I worry that you didn't see my shallowness before and that I have now shown you my shallow light.  I worry that you think I am fabulous and that now I have to stay fabulous.  I worry that I can't possibly stay this fabulous for long.  I worry that talking about my fabulous-ness has reiterated your thoughts about my shallowness. I worry that I have no catchy way to end this blog.  I worry that I should have ended it sooner. 

6 comments:

King Benny said...

worrying sucks but if there's anything I've learned in the last two or three weeks it's that ultimately after a while through worrying and really focusing on things we learn to worry about what's real and what matters. You don't drink too much, you drank all you wanted a couple weeks ago and still manage to take care me the night I couldn't breathe and you didn't miss a beat. I can't tell you not to worry about having the figure you want people to perceive you to have because I do the same thing. As for your credit score… At least you can sell your house eventually get some money back may be and move forward. I'm tied down to schooldebt that used to torment me in my sleep. Some things we worry about but we cannot control them.you are certainly not shallow in fact you are the least shallow person I know of that I'm sure. As for the fancy party, bring yourself and if there really true friends or acquaintances whenever you're wearing will be fancy enough. Like I said worrying sucks but if you do it too much it can run your life. Some people may disconnect themselves from you from time to time but the ones that matter and that truly love you and can make a difference for the better will always come back no matter what. Now that my response is longer than your blog I will just say this. Worrying is normal I'm not the great wise one but I will always be here if you need a ear.

Anonymous said...

Well, I am pretty sure you worry too much! I think you should worry less and enjoy life in all its glory. If you out of coffee, you might run into DD and there could be this amazing person, with a great credit score who loves people with flat hair, wine stained teeth and slightly hung over Morgan. Perhaps he will be well off enough not to give a shit about your credit score and will buy your house for you, so you don't have to worry about it. You need to not judge you, because when you do you are giving the world permission to judge you too! As for being shallow.... So what if you are.. I dont think you are.. but if your worried about it... IS there something you could do to help feel less so? Anyway! You are amazing and need to stop surrounding yourself with worry and embrace all the marvelous things around you!!! Including yourself!

Love-
Hilary

Martin said...

Hey Morgan. Do not worry!!! "Sometimes I worry about the fact that I do not have anything to worry about".... My father's fav quote. Take care love from Martin and Helen in SA.

Anonymous said...

you're fucking bonkers. please buy a journal...and see a therapist who specializes in personality disorders... your sniveling is more than obnoxious, it's revolting. and yet you seem amused by yourself. a true narcissist. pathetic. do your poor child a favor and get help fast.

Amy Moore said...

Hey Anonymous,
are you kidding me? I bet that is as close as you have come to publishing your work (which is crap). You are a blemish on this earth.

Signed offended and disgusted,
Amy

Anonymous said...

Anonymous hater must be a spineless, bottomfeeding, twat with a severe lack of common sense. Not to mention, an absent sense of humor, and the inability to recognize satire.

Most likely just an E-Thug, attempting to inflate his/her own dwindling self esteem. I am guessing it's a him.....probably drives a corvette, and is pissed off at the world because he finally got a brand new prescription to cure his E.D. but has nobody to use them on.....

Keep up the good work, Morgan. You know that I always enjoy your great sense of humor!!!

Kthxbye,
-Eric D