Oh the worries..

I get the worries a lot.

For example:

-I worry that Hubs and I are complete bores. My biggest fear is that we are wasting our youth. You see, we don't exactly have any friends here in Columbia. I think that it was up in the air for a while as to whether or not we would even live in Columbia and then we knew that it would only be for about 10 months, so we kind of just didn't make friends.
That sounds awful, but its the truth.
Most weekends, are spent visiting my family or his or doing absolutely nothing.
Or, my other MAJOR worry is taking place and that means isolation for hours at a time....

-Hubs called me a workaholic the other day (and I totally think he has something there). Its so funny that after months of begging for any type of employment, I have been for the last couple of months drowning in jobs.
I just can't say no.
And I know why.
I can't say no because after begging month after month for more opportunities to work, I am finally getting my wish and it would be so unfair for me to say thanks but no thanks. I'm good with what I have right now.
But I worry about this.
I worry about whether or not I am a workaholic.
And the scary part is that I know I am.
I like being useful.
I like doing something.
If I'm not doing something that matters then I am doing the complete opposite and being really, really lazy.
And I am sick of Hubs working his butt off everyday while I just sit around and wish that I had a job and could do something to contribute.
Now that I have jobs and am making as much money as Hubs, I feel much more secure.
And it has gotten rid of a pretty big worry: Are we going to make it through this month without having to call my parents for a favor.
And that feels really good.

-I am always worried that I'm going to run out of gas. As soon as the light comes on, I have to get to a gas station. (And I absolutely hate getting gas. Even if Hubs is 10 minutes late for work and the light comes on, I worry and fret over the gas situation until he sighs and tells me to pull off at a station and he fills up for me. He's just the best ever.)

-I always worry that when I return to the cottage after a few hours of being gone that it will be burned to the ground.

-Before I go to get a movie from the redbox, I worry that other people will come in to rent or return movies and they will form a long line behind me, tapping their feet impatiently, sighing and craning over my shoulder the whole time. I like to take my time finding a movie and hate to feel all bothered and have to rush.

-I always worry that I am going to say exactly what I am thinking. Because you see, I am very opinionated and don't mind in the least sharing my thoughts, but sometimes it just isn't appropriate. And I don't think that my filter has distinguished between appropriate and inappropriate. Isn't that what a filter is for anyways?

-I worry that my next trip to TJMAXX might result in a hissy fit as I finally tell off one of the shopping cart ladies, who tries to run me over or push me out of the way with their cart to bug off. SHOPPING CARTS SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED IN THAT STORE. I don't get why older women think that they can hurry my browsing along because they are older and are wielding a cart. I'm not afraid of you, cart women!

-I worry constantly that Hubs is bored or annoyed or frustrated with me. Silence (even while we are watching tv) makes me nervous. You see, I enjoy a running commentary during tv-watching. Commercials are mandatory analytic breaks. Like, I enjoy discussing the mind-blowing renditions of pop songs and show tunes by the Glee cast. Hubs just likes to listen.

-Now, I'm always worried that I will receive comments from angry bloggers. Scaryy..

What worries do you ALWAYS have?