Seems ever since I was a kid, I have been rather worriesome about everything. Mom's the same way, and dad is a perfectionist, so you can imagine how that leaves me. I dont remember my dreams very often, but when I do, my problems with worrying become very evident. Last night I got the opportunity to recall them. It was about my tractor. It goes something like this.Tractor is working fine, no real issues. I park it one day, come out in the morning and the garage floor is covered with anitfreeze. After investigating, it turns out to be some front seal in front of the engine, but between the engine and tranny housing. Apparently in my dream the tractor is backwards, haha. So I split it apart with some jigs I made, which were very over engineered with more braces and stabilizers then actual structure. I got it apart and there were 2 seals that have been wedged out sideways and all marred up. I'm thinking, how the heck, and why would there be antifreeze in the tranny housing or the crankcase. I pull the dipstick and there is no oil, only anitfreeze? On more catastophe happened in that dream with the tractor, but I cant remember, thank god, heh. Seems whenever I do remember my dreams, its usually a manifestation of the day or week's worries. Rarely do I have a nice dream of a good looking girl. I've always been this way, since I was 6, been through some counseling for that and a few other issues with my speech impediment's effect on my social skills, which are almost non existent. The internet has been a godsent for the most part. Alot of time I'd need to call a place for parts, or inquiries, the internet and email to the rescue. Alot of people tell me not to worry about it. Its a very involuntary subconscience response. I'm sure these stress levels are going to help my BP levels and my eventual demise from congestive heart failure. I try to enjoy the parts of life with are generally stress free for me. Enjoying time with my neice and nephew, enjoying time playing with my RC stuff. Enjoying reading the board, and playing with the tractor.
Dunoo why I'm posting this. Sometimes it just feels good to talk about things. oh well...
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