I am waiting.

My mind is determined to create depressing hypothetical plots, in a grossly misguided attempt in trying to make me feel better. 

I am not sure how people without phones functioned. Did they live in an optimistic world where they assumed that everyone they knew was perfectly okay? Did they never worry that because they haven't spoken to someone they could have fallen in a ditch or eaten by a wild animal?

I am worrier. 

Often, I find myself not worrying about anything and then I get worried about that.