Sometimes, I like to worry.
(“Pre-worry” gets 540 Google matches, by the way. Good Man is onto something here…)
Tonight we were chatting online and I was (pre-)worrying about not having a job, moving to another state while homeless (though I have friends and family there and I won’t actually be homeless), not wanting to own a TV, sheets and towels, money, cars, and whatever other thoughts popped in my head.
Good Man said, “One thing for sure.. […] we have time to think about it..[…] so take it easy :) I gotta fly to the States first.”
I wrote, “I LIKE TO PRE-WORRY!”
Good Man, who knows to handle me, answered, “사랑해. Let’s sometimes post-worry. :)”