Why Worry Be Happy

I find myself worrying about the smallest and dumbest stuff lately. And it just piles on the other crap I worry about that are important. It's causing a lot of stress that I need to get rid of. I was reading the magazine BODY + SOUL and saw an article about all the different types of worrying and I found out I'm pretty much every type of worrier in little ways. It told me to list all the things I worry about and go through each one to figure out which one to let go. I have started my list and so far I have several pages worth. Can we say I'm fracked? What can a single twenty five year old with no house, no car and no kids possibly worry about? A lot it seems. For one I might not have a kid but I do have a mother who I've had to worry about since I was a kid. See my mother is a paranoid pschitzophrenic. I have to worry about her financially and mentally sometimes. And I've grown up with the fear that one day I might be just like her one day. It's part of the reason why I don't get too close to people. I'm always afraid that my baggage will scare people away. Another worry is the T.O.D. which is a nick name I have given to my boss. It stands for Tyrannical Oppressive Despot which is what I got from a book I read by Meg Cabot. My boss who I have compared to Chairman Mao because of her totalitarian tactics has been one major headache and constant worry. You see she has the tendency to be a vendictive, manipulative, and sneaky biatch. Both of those worries and issues have been discussed in my blogs from myspace. I've bitched and moaned, whined and complained to the point where my diatribe has been exhausted. It helps though to vent and since my friends and family are subscribed to my blogs and makes it even better because they know all about that crap and have been there for me through a lot of it. It can be very theraputic to rant and rave to my friends and family but with this blog I can rant and rave about almost everything else. My friends and sister have been amazed at my ability to be completely open and honest on my blogs. I rarely leave anything out. I feel that with the years of therapy as a child have helped me forthright with a lot of my thoughts and feelings to strangers more easily than with the people in my life. Something about telling a complete stranger all my problems are far more freeing and easier. I figure if I can pay some stranger a hundred bucks an hour to hear my problems then what's the big deal with sharing with a bunch of strangers on the net for free. I figure I save a few hundred, let loose all my crap and know that there are real people who can commiserate. Soon I will be listing my long ass list of the worries that run around in that freaky little mind of mine all day long and I will assess which ones to chuck as unimportant and which ones I actually have to deal with and how I'm going to go about it. Here's to being stress free and to healthy living.