Too many people are too quick to judge based on what they see or what actions they see. They can’t possibly know because they don’t read my thoughts or can’t hear my thoughts. They can’t possibly know what goes on inside of me. If I constantly worried about what could possibly happen to us any day now, I’d probably have a heart attack.

I don’t spend every waking hour worrying about who’s gonna try to hijack a plane and kill thousands of people. Or if there’s going to be a nuclear missile that’s going to go off any second and kill millions of people. Or if there’s going to be a psycho that decides to hold me and my office mates hostage just because he’s angry.

I used to be angry at the world, even though I had no good reason to be. I just didn’t like the world too much and I didn’t like myself too much. I just didn’t like my classmates. They were mean. They weren’t nice. It sucked being a teenager. I was one of those teens going through angst. Everyone goes through that phase at least once in their life.

And I do have a wild imaginations about how I might die.* I figure if I have a madman after me, just kill me, seriously. I’m not going to run, not like those blonde chicks in those movies who run upstairs instead of out the door to their neighbors (by the way, are their neighbors really that far from them or are they just oblivious?). Or if one of those truck drivers decides to go crazy.. yeah let’s not go there. I’ve had my share of crazy scenarios that run through my head while driving on 95 down to florida.

So I don’t worry too much about whether someone who has so much hatred for United States of America because I think my chances of dying in a car crash seems much more likely. I don’t think I’m invincible** but I do worry about whether or not I’m going to get in a car accident just driving to and from work.

I worry about my mom’s health and hope she gets through the day. I hope my dad’s there for her whenever she needs him and I hope she’s there for him whenever he needs her.

I worry about my little sister being so stressed out from work, that she’ll just be so overwhelmed one day, and end up in the hospital from being overworked.

I worry about my older sister and her marriage. I hope she makes it through just fine.

I worry about my sky-high cholesterol despite changes in my eating (vegetarian diet with seafood) and exercise (one and a half hours every day) habits. Both have not lowered it.

I worry about my roommate who has a crappy supervisor who expects her to do the work of two people for the same exact pay. I am concerned whether or not she can stand up to him because she deserves to be happy and deserves to make so much more than what she currently makes.

I worry about my niece and nephew and hope they’ll get through each day just fine.

I worry about whether or not I can do my job right. And hope that I don’t royally screw up.

I get anxious about my finances and hope that one day I’ll be able to buy a place and be able to call it home. I would like to be able to live as comfortably as my parents were able to.

I’m afraid that i’ll be alone and won’t have anyone to love or have someone to love me as much as I love them.

I don’t obsess over celebrities. I think they deserve to live their life in peace. I think they deserve to enjoy their relationships in private. I do think that they should be able to share what they want without being bombarded by paparazzi. They should be able to share what they want in Interviews for magazines or television shows.

I think people should be able to enjoy their life every now and then.

I worry about what others think of me, even though I shouldn’t.

Everyone worries. But you can’t spend every waking hour worrying about one thing or another. I get anxious when I watch the news. It’s worse than any horror movie because it’s real life. I’m thankful that I don’t have to experience some of those horrifying moments that the people I see on the news have to go through every day. I even had to stop watching the television show, 24, because it felt like it was too close to reality for me.

I can’td imagine being the President of the United States of America. He’s probably the most wanted man on this earth. But he doesn’t live his life in fear. He’s just trying to do what’s right or what he thinks is best for us.*** And that’s a tough job to do. The lives of millions of people rests in his hands. That’s a helluva responsibility, for that I’m grateful.

So what I try to do is make sure my family knows I love them, whether it’s through words or action. I try to make sure my niece and nephew are happy and get everything that they deserve. I try to make sure I’m as healthy as I can be so I can enjoy what life has to offer me. I try to share a little bit when I can, so others can get a little happiness in their lives.

That’s what’s on the inside of this book.

*I watch way too many horror films.
**Though everyone has thought they were invincible at one time or another.
***No, I didn’t vote for him.
I’m curious, how many people have judged one person before even knowing that person, only to realize they were wrong?