Lately I’ve been trying not to let little things bother me. The Italian in me likes to rant and rage when things don’t go my way, and after all these years, I wondered if maybe I should just let things roll over me. If maybe the petty things in life are best shrugged off with patience and good humor.
And maybe it would be easier for all concerned if everyone just stopped annoying the ever-loving hell out of me.
Like the person who pulled right up next to me in the median, blocking my view of the oncoming traffic and trying to nudge out in front of me like we were waiting in line for the monorail and not driving multi-ton vehicles around.
Or the people who will ask me the same question I’ve answered for two other people already because one of those other people couldn’t wait for my answer and asked everybody else and now it’s some kind of crisis that’s already been resolved.
Or this stupid bloody dinging notification coming from my stupid Outlook only for certain stupid calendar items even though I have the stupid No Sound profile set in stupid Windows and so I get these random stupid dings throughout the stupid day and it doesn’t make any stupid sense.
Or these people who think “irregardless” is a word because the dictionary finally just gave up trying to tell people it isn’t and added it when IT’S NOT REALLY A WORD, DAMMIT.
AND THESE DAMN UPSTAIRS NEIGHBORS WHO MUST EITHER BE RETIRED ACROBATS OR RUNNING AN ELEPHANT REFUGE BECAUSE I’M PRETTY SURE MY CEILING ISN’T SUPPOSED TO SOUND LIKE THAT ON ITS OWN.
Maybe I should try not to let the little things bother me.