I worry too. I am just quite dysfunctional in certain ways, so my life keeps falling apart all the time. Come to think of it, maybe because I worry too little, or unsystematically. In any case, the worrier, maybe a bit like the body checker, or the backup backup planner, they really strike a chord in me, they touch my heart. Like the worrying squirrel in Felix Salten's Bambi. Or like squirrels in general with these stories of how they worry in the summer and hide nuts everywhere, then forget their caches in the winter, and trees grow. Obsessive. But they need to be. Or rather, it is their nature, and it makes them useful and loveable.