Worry

I worry, I tell X. I worry about worrying too much and when I don’t worry I worry about not worrying enough. Perhaps I shouldn’t worry at all. But that would be an extremely worrying situation, as indeed it is when I don’t worry, when I let myself go (but don’t I let myself go when I worry?). I worry that I spend too much time with you, and I worry that if I didn’t, things would be even more worrying for me, not to mention for you. It’s as if I have to worry for the both of us, perhaps even for others. If I don’t worry who will? I say. If I don’t worry it’s certain the speaker will flub his lines, the plane will crash, the world will end. Do you worry? I say. Or do I worry for us both?