I need a smoke...if only I smoked.

Fish swim.
Birds fly.
Lovers leave by and by.
Old men sit and think.

I worry and stress.

About everything.

EVERYTHING.

I wish I didn't care about things so much. It seems the people that have an "I don't care" attitude really have it better. They don't have to sit and think about things that may go wrong. Things that probably could never ever go wrong.
I bring this up because here we are again...nearing Valentine's Day. This is a bad holiday. I can't think of a better word other than "bad". The people that aren't in relationships have to spend the time from December 26th to February 14th hearing and seeing things about love. Everything about love. How love is amazing. The people that ARE in relationships get all the stress though. What gift to give their loved one. I'm totally confused by this holiday. (Why it's an actual holiday I'll get into later). Is it a holiday where you get a big, expensive gift for your sweetie? Or just a holiday that you give a card that sings? I may never know the answer to this conundrum, but this dang holiday will always haunt my thoughts.
I shouldn't be worried about one single day in the year. I have many other things to be thinking about.
My new job.
My history test.
My sociology test.
My ever increasing weight.
My bank account.
My rocky relationship.
That's just to name a few.
There aren't enough minutes in the day to cover all of my thinking and worrying...that turns into uncontrollable stress.