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My Inner Don Knotts...
May. 9th, 2005 09:56 pmI worry about the stupidest things. I'm always worried that something will come up to ruin any plans that I have. The more important the plans, the more I worry:
*I'll forget my swimsuit.
*My car won't start.
*I'll lose my ticket.
*My plane will crash.
*HIS plane will crash.
*I'll have a stroke.
*Great, aliens pick TODAY to invade..
I never believe anything will be OK until it actually turns out OK.
About a week ago I called Madison Area Technical College to ask about computer classes. I spoke to a nice gentleman who suggested two classes I could take that were very inexpensive, and ran during weeknights in June. Registration for summer classes started today, 5/9. I wasn't going to attempt to register online because of my pathetically slow connection. I've heard it can be tricky to register by phone, so I just planned on going downtown after work today to try to register in person. All last week, and especially all day today I was worried:
*What if the only classes I wanted were full by the time I got there?
*What if I don't meet some requirement for taking classes?
*What if they don't take checks?
*What if they have some sort of mindreading checkpoint at the door, which will determine that- who am I kidding- I'm not smart enough to do this, so why am I even bothering to try and improve my life and be happy anyway, hmmm?
My Inner Don Knotts does this to me. It's a wonder my stomach isn't lined with ulcers. I blame my father. He is a consumate worry-wart, and he's passed his "worrying genes" on to me. We sweat the small stuff. It's probably a good thing that my family will die out after my generation. No-one will have to suffer from "worry-wart syndrome" as bad as we have it. Unless he somehow finds a way to transfer it over to Barb's kids...
So of course, I went downtown, stood in line for a couple minutes, asked a few questions, filled out a form, wrote them a check, and whaddaya know- I'm taking two computer classes in June. Few things are EVER as bad as I think they're going to be! Why on earth do I DO this to myself every time?!
So anyway, yeah, computer classes, start from scratch Word and Excel, go me...
*I'll forget my swimsuit.
*My car won't start.
*I'll lose my ticket.
*My plane will crash.
*HIS plane will crash.
*I'll have a stroke.
*Great, aliens pick TODAY to invade..
I never believe anything will be OK until it actually turns out OK.
About a week ago I called Madison Area Technical College to ask about computer classes. I spoke to a nice gentleman who suggested two classes I could take that were very inexpensive, and ran during weeknights in June. Registration for summer classes started today, 5/9. I wasn't going to attempt to register online because of my pathetically slow connection. I've heard it can be tricky to register by phone, so I just planned on going downtown after work today to try to register in person. All last week, and especially all day today I was worried:
*What if the only classes I wanted were full by the time I got there?
*What if I don't meet some requirement for taking classes?
*What if they don't take checks?
*What if they have some sort of mindreading checkpoint at the door, which will determine that- who am I kidding- I'm not smart enough to do this, so why am I even bothering to try and improve my life and be happy anyway, hmmm?
My Inner Don Knotts does this to me. It's a wonder my stomach isn't lined with ulcers. I blame my father. He is a consumate worry-wart, and he's passed his "worrying genes" on to me. We sweat the small stuff. It's probably a good thing that my family will die out after my generation. No-one will have to suffer from "worry-wart syndrome" as bad as we have it. Unless he somehow finds a way to transfer it over to Barb's kids...
So of course, I went downtown, stood in line for a couple minutes, asked a few questions, filled out a form, wrote them a check, and whaddaya know- I'm taking two computer classes in June. Few things are EVER as bad as I think they're going to be! Why on earth do I DO this to myself every time?!
So anyway, yeah, computer classes, start from scratch Word and Excel, go me...
