What... Me Worry?

I worry a whole lot. I worry more than I should about the small things. To illustrate my point, the following worries took place this morning before getting on the train...

The alarm goes off at 6:15 AM. I consider resetting it to 6:30 AM, but I worry that it won't go off again (it has done that before) and I'll miss the train. I get up.

I put on some socks and suddenly worry that today will be the day that my dress shoes finally fall apart. I ponder for a moment and then set out my tennis shoes.

I then worry that I'll look dorky if I am wearing tennis shoes with regular dress slacks. I look through my jeans and see three pairs: black, light blue and dark blue. The black one is way too tight and makes me look skinnier than I already am. The light blue one has a manufacturer's discoloration, which really draws attention to a place I don't want attention. I pull out the dark blue pair.

I set my security alarm, close the door and lock it. I immediately worry that I didn't turn off the bathroom light. I unlock the door, race back in, turn the light off and race back out before the alarm finishes setting.

I get into my car and start the engine. I worry that I didn't lock the door. I jump out of the car, lock the door and jump back into the car. I look at the clock. I have just enough time to get to the train station.

I speed to the station and make it with a couple of minutes to spare. I wait for the train. Purple Backpack Girl appears* at the station. I've been meaning to say something to her, but I have no idea what. I worry that I will say something stupid. I say nothing and get on the train.
* Literally appears. You look away for a split second and she is suddenly there.