I've always been a worrier - when I was little the piece of advice I heard the most was - lighten up. Also, I tend to do a lot of things that cause me to worry. Why? Well, because obviously I'm a gigantic dumbass. This has caused me to believe that I'm really not happy unless I'm practically disabled by worry. I'm fun that way. An enigma, wrapped in a riddle and wearing really cool boots.
I got a set of Guatemalan worry dolls when I was a tween - from my aunt and uncle and I used them quite faithfully. Therefore, I don't think they really worked as no normal 11 year old should have like five different worries each day. Then - they kinda went away. Until the other day when Joseph was cleaning out the last box we have from moving and I found more worry dolls. And since I'm still the same paranoid, obsessive and worriful individual I've always been I slept with worry dolls under my pillow. Again, I'm not sure they worked.
But I think the flaw might be in their design. I mean, they are meant to take your worries with them so that you can sleep. I don't know what's wrong with me - but my worries don't cause lack of sleep. I chalk this up to my dedication to sleeping only the bare minimum each night. I did sleep a lot longer than normal. And none of the things I was worried about happened.
Yet.
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"An enigma, wrapped in a riddle and wearing really cool boots." What a great description - I love the way you word things!
As with most things I write that appear brilliant - they are actually just ganked from The Simpsons.
LOL - shows you how much I know about The Simpsons!
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