After Thoughts — Shit Storms

Or Don’t Tell Me To Be Calm And Carry On!

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I am a World Class Fretter. If Fretting were an Olympian event — I’d have taken the gold every time. Every. Fucking. Time.

I started early. When I was a child I used to fret about whether my parents would come home safe if they went somewhere far away. Like to visit my grandmother (my mother) or on a hunting excursion (my father).