I guess nothing is really actually stupid....we just worry that others might think so, okay I worry.

I'm the dreadful worrier. I worry about everything, fret about everything. Small things, big things, doesn't matter.

I thought about it a little bit and well, things set us off because those things are attached in some form or fashion to what has happened to us.

Broad scope or not, something as small as a flea can seem as large as a pit bull if it forces unfavorable memories into our heads.

I get in these introspective moods sometimes...small moments of clarity in what is usually a cloudy sky.