Thanks, but...

I want to thank those of you who offered up advice, but you have to understand that I'm just a worrier.

Here's an example: During the brief time that Heels and Johnny Logic lived in Cowtown and I lived here too, I was invited to their house to go to dinner and then watch The Office. Before getting into my car I started to wonder why I was invited. Did they not have any better plans? Am I just comic relief in the TV show of their life together? Why not someone else? Isn't there someone better than me they can hang out with?

As I got in the car, I knew I was being silly, but my stomach was still moving in funny ways.

Then I started to think about ways that I could be entertaining. Stupid stories about stupid people at work. Some of the crazy things my mother has said during my life. Monkeys going to heaven. You know, things that I thought would make them laugh.

Then I started in with the horrible questions again. All the while, my stomach flipped and flopped.

When I got there, though, everything was fine. My stomach settled and I was who I am. I think it was a fun night and I doubt that either one knew what I thought on my way to see them.

And this isn't an isolated incident.

When I went to Cowcity a couple of weeks ago and headed over to the 'Bucks I used to work I got the horribles. Every time I go to The Bay to see friends and brothers. Trips into Mooville for comics. Practically every time I go anywhere.

My worrying about what did happen and what will happen in deeply ingrained and probably won't go away soon.

Thanks, though. It's nice to know you care.