Life is annoying. Life is irritating and frustrating. Sometimes life just makes me want to tear my hair out and scream.
What are the aspects of life I find most frustrating? Is it the grand injustices that people suffer every day? Is it the violence and cruelty, or the greed and corruption that can leave our societies in such a mess?
Well no, not really.
What are the aspects of life I find most frustrating? Is it the grand injustices that people suffer every day? Is it the violence and cruelty, or the greed and corruption that can leave our societies in such a mess?
Well no, not really.
True, I’m not rapt about that stuff, but it all seems so big and scary and unmanageable that I mostly just blank it out. The things that really get my goat up, and make me grumpy and annoyed as I try to get through my day, are all the little things.
I might be reading in the paper about something terrible that happened over on the other side of the world and then maybe some major catastrophe might happen, like one of my kids spilling milk over the table. That’s it. End of the world. I’ll be furious, ranting and raving about what a disaster has just occurred. Or I’ll be walking down the hallway, quietly musing about man’s inhumanity to man, when I’ll stub my toe on the metal strip that lines the edge of the carpet. Most likely, you’ll hear me screaming in anger from the other side of the street.
At least that was the old me. The newer me is trying to look at things differently. True, I still find some of those really big things to be totally scary and unmanageable. But at least there’s something I can do about the little ones. Okay, so I can’t completely ignore them, but every time some little thing starts to drive my temperature up, I can breathe slowly or count to ten. Then I can say to myself, “Is it really that bad? Do I really have to get so worked up about it?”
Sure, it doesn’t work all the time. Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, it’s impossible not to feel my anger and annoyance starting to rise. But then there’s always something else I can do. I can write about it. I can channel my anger and frustration into something more creative. I can even turn it into something fun.
Because let’s face it, life is already too short. It barely seems to give you enough time to do all the things you really want to do. Do you really want to spend that time getting angry and annoyed and upset about things there’s just no need to get angry and annoyed and upset about?
I might be reading in the paper about something terrible that happened over on the other side of the world and then maybe some major catastrophe might happen, like one of my kids spilling milk over the table. That’s it. End of the world. I’ll be furious, ranting and raving about what a disaster has just occurred. Or I’ll be walking down the hallway, quietly musing about man’s inhumanity to man, when I’ll stub my toe on the metal strip that lines the edge of the carpet. Most likely, you’ll hear me screaming in anger from the other side of the street.
At least that was the old me. The newer me is trying to look at things differently. True, I still find some of those really big things to be totally scary and unmanageable. But at least there’s something I can do about the little ones. Okay, so I can’t completely ignore them, but every time some little thing starts to drive my temperature up, I can breathe slowly or count to ten. Then I can say to myself, “Is it really that bad? Do I really have to get so worked up about it?”
Sure, it doesn’t work all the time. Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, it’s impossible not to feel my anger and annoyance starting to rise. But then there’s always something else I can do. I can write about it. I can channel my anger and frustration into something more creative. I can even turn it into something fun.
Because let’s face it, life is already too short. It barely seems to give you enough time to do all the things you really want to do. Do you really want to spend that time getting angry and annoyed and upset about things there’s just no need to get angry and annoyed and upset about?
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