i worry and i fret about some things like it’s going out of style.
it’s like i expect the worst to happen and then dread the moment of happening.
let me rephrase that. i expect people to think the worst, or to judge a situation in the most critical light possible.
i guess i’m just overly concerned about what people think about me. sometimes. other times i don’t care.
where’s the line between “i won’t do this because even though i have innocent motives, it could look wrong” and “i know my motives are good and don’t really care if you think otherwise,” though? that’s what always trips me up and makes me paranoid.
maybe i just over-think these things.
i like finding out my paranoia was all for not, though. that’s oddly refreshing.
