I wouldn’t describe myself as a ‘worrier’. My late (ex and hop) in-laws were worriers. To an extent I did not believe possible. When they phoned they holed FOS (father of son) with millions of questions. Always wanting to know detail. Minutest. Really got to FOS. I myself was just amazed. All my life I have had conversations with my parents not pinning me down. They trusted (still do) that if I have to tell them something personal I will.
HOWEVER. Flood warning: WHEN I worry I worry. And when I worry about someone I know they have become attached to some corner of my vast heart. My heart is vast. To be occupied by all those (virtual or smelly) who are dear to me. Which is good. Except the moment you worry about them. Then I wish I were a barnacle like Looney and just go along for the ride – outside the ark.