Pettiness

Isn’t it wild how some people get their panties in a wad over little things? For instance, a friend of mine recently went to a local store, only to come out with a note on her car telling her to learn to park. Really? Talk about being petty. There are issues in this world that are much more crucial to talk about than someone who parks wrong. I’ve sat on the hood of my car while I waited on someone who had me pinned into where I would have hit them if I moved, but I wasn’t a bitch about it because I didn’t know what was going on in their world.


Don’t get me started on petty issues. I can’t understand for the life of me why so many conversations about Harry and Meghan broadcast. Yes, there are racial tensions that need to address, but most of their interview was a pity party for them, and in this pandemic, we have other pressing issues than flower girl drama. Forgive me for not jumping on the royal bandwagon; I live in a world of the commoners. I would not want the life of a royal. There are too many rules and regulations, and I would be among the first to be booted on my ass because I don’t follow protocols well.


When it comes to pettiness, it’s interesting how many of us let the small things escalate into big things. It’s not hard to do. Those of us who are analytical break down every little detail. It’s in our nature and not something we can quickly fix. I mean, think about it. How often do you say something that you wish you could take back, but it’s out there? My mind is very analytical. I dissect information down to the nook and cranny. I ask questions more than I should in many areas, but I think it stems from the fact that I wouldn’t say I like assuming things. That gets me into trouble every time.


My dad used to tell me to breathe. He knew I had ADHD, and it wasn’t until later in life that he admitted he had the same problem. Dad understood my mind because I thought a lot like him. He had strength where I’ve been weak. He had a lot of patience with people when I would have walked away. As I’ve aged, I’ve gotten better about patience. I’ve learned that it doesn’t make sense to rush everything we do. I took a lot of information from him and have applied it to my life, but when I lost him, I lost that anchor. Petty things took over and became big things because I was grieving. I didn’t know how to take a risk or a chance without rolling the dice. When I traveled, I learned how petty many of our conversations in the world could be.


Going to parts of Asia was an eye-opener for me. There are kids as young as nine years old who work in various cities to make money and help support their families in villages. They don’t have the luxury of being a child. They become thrust into a life of hard work that is a never-ending cycle of change for their families. It is their income that helps families make ends meet. When you see that part of the world that you’ve never experienced, it humbles you. You begin to comprehend that your problems are petty in comparison to what they are going through. They indeed are part of child-labor.


In every walk of life and conversation we have with others, we expose ourselves to those around us. Sometimes we show our best selves while other times it’s an illusion. I can’t promise that I won’t complain about little things, but I am mindful now that it happens. That is one facet of my life I’m changing.


I hate this pandemic has made traveling difficult for many people. Traveling helped me immensely. It gave me a way to study history and people. It allowed me to grow as a person but intellectually and emotionally. When I entered the cathedral that Christopher Columbus resides, my heart leaped with a myriad of emotions. This man was an asshole by many standards, and yet he was part of history.


Because I was a woman, there were certain mosques I was forbidden to enter. While I don’t necessarily agree with this mentality, I respected the policy. Sometimes it’s essential to know when not to fight than when to wage an all-out war.


By the time I finished traveling throughout Europe, I had learned that I had changed. I found myself willing to try new things. I think the first time I had Saffron spices, I was in Espana. There was a woman there who complained about everything under the sun. If the sky were blue, she’d swear it was orange. If the food offered was delicious, she’d find something wrong with it. The weather was in the freaking ’90s, and she complained of being cold. Everything was petty with her. Her complaints made me acutely aware of the pettiness around me.


When I got home, petty jealousy caused problems for my friends and me at a local restaurant. The long story short is that drama happened over an incident that never occurred. I’m not a fan of drama and won’t rehash the situation, but I will say that when accused of something that you didn’t do, it raises interesting questions about why people are so petty.


Before you retaliate by spreading gossip and false rumors, think about this. Is what you are saying worth long-term headaches? What do you hope to accomplish by causing petty arguments? Have you thought about the ramifications for yourself before you start certain behaviors? I’m not telling anyone how to live their lives. What I am telling you is to stop sweating the small stuff. Don’t worry about petty drama. Use the information to your advantage but leave the drama groups in high school where it belongs. Have a great Monday, everyone.

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