I worry. About everything. But when I was in a relationship I didn’t worry as much about some things. Now he did cause me to worry a whole lot about other things, but that is a whole different blog altogether! But as a single woman I have found I worry about things some people just don’t understand.
So what do I worry about? What don’t I worry about should be the question! But the other day I was here alone (well, the cats were here, too) and was eating and all of a sudden got choked. Am I gonna be like Mama Cass and die asphyxiated on a sandwich? I don’t wanna go out like that. Then there is the whole dying issue. If/When I die, who is gonna take care of my cats? I think my friend, Kim, is. But it is something to worry about. Also, most women around my age have things in their nightstand drawer that they wouldn’t want people to see. If I die, somebody is gonna see that! I don’t want them to see that. Also, if I died tonight, my house is a wreck! I don’t want someone walking into this pig sty! And I don’t have any immediate family, so is somebody gonna bury me or throw my ashes off Monte Sano Mountain in Huntsville, Alabama? I asked my cousin to do it, but I’ll be dead. How will I know?
There are so many things single people have to worry about that married people don’t. If you have a spouse, be glad. They might help you if you’re choking. Then again, if you are like my ex you might want to see them choke. (Again, different blog.)