I often worry about breaking my fingers. Not all of them though, just enough that would stop me doing things. Certain things that I love that pretty much require two hands. Things like playing guitar. Hell, even typing wouldn’t work so well. Technically I only use two fingers as I learnt bad habits, but if I crushed one of my hands, it’d definitely be more awkward.  I worry about so many things sometimes. Things that could affect my life adversely. Usually such small things. I often watch things on TV or in films just waiting for the moment to go so exceptionally wrong. Any time someone’s handed anything sharp, I wait for the accident that results in something being cut or severed. I wait for the heavy object to drop on something important. I wait for structures to collapse. I’m always relieved when things go well. Maybe it’s because I have a tendency to be clumsy. Maybe it’s because of my own fears. But I always care deeply about the characters and hope they don’t hurt themselves. People on TV should be more careful. The next thing they know they’ll end up in fictional hospital having to explain just exactly how an iron became lodged in their trachea.