My [Not So Worrisome] Worries

When something really stresses me out, I internalize it. No one knows this better than Johnny. I barely spoke a word to him about my school work all throughout my college career. Instead when I am stressed, I start to worry that any of the following are happening:

• My teeth are getting crooked and/or yellow. This leads to religious wearing of my retainer every night and applying whitening strips.
• I am getting wrinkles. This leads to buying expensive face cream and applying it religiously.
• I am gaining weight. This leads to weighing myself multiple times per day.
• My nose is beginning to have a crevice in the front of it (I don't know how better to explain this one.).

These are the worries that Johnny gets to hear about. In reality, I am stressed about some legitimate aspect of my life, but instead I voice concern over these tiny details. I know. . . . It is odd. I am aware that it is irrational and somewhat vain sounding, but there it is. I think Johnny is the only one who knows this about me, so I thought I'd share. The end.