"Rissy, 90% of the things you worry about never come to pass."--Grandpa

[mrissa]

One of the things I have worried about with this stupid vertigo is that someone I care about will interpret my behavior as not caring about them when it's really that I can't do something because of the vertigo, or else that the price of doing that thing would be so immensely high as to be not really worth it.

Now that this has actually happened, the person in question is being so nasty, so selfish, and generally such a drama llama that I'm thinking, "Oh! Is that how it is when people assume that my health problems are really somehow all about them? Well, sorry they feel that way, but not really much I can do about it."

So that's a milestone I guess. Or perhaps a millstone gone.

Grandpa did not mention what percentage of the things I worry about come to pass and then are completely tolerable when they do, but it seems like it might be a pretty relevant category in life, given how much I worry about random stuff.

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[papersky.livejournal.com]

Rhymes too. And llamas, real llamas, are like that.

We were once waiting outside a field of llamas for the people with us who had paid to get in and I got to see a classic moment of a llama spitting at a little boy. All about them, all the attention, all the time.