By Austin B. Hahn
Fretting over the minutiae of life isn’t going to make your existence any easier. Being pissed over that parking space that someone took five seconds sooner than you isn’t going to make your life any harder. Complaining about your children won’t make them grow up faster, and releasing expectations won’t make them grow up any slower. Maybe you’ve been temporarily inconvenienced, but you’ll live.
Thinking that your words will change me, out of everything I will hear in a world with more than seven billion people, is about as foolish as a grain of sand anticipating that I will notice it. Maybe you’re too damn busy being ineffective in the world. You can shoot down a positive comment someone made about another, but if a homeless person were to ask you for that box of takeout that you’re just going to leave in your fridge until it’s stale, you’d make a scowl and tell them to fuck off.
When you’re in a room with people of a different culture or race, you’re the first person to point out that you’re the minority. Are you that much of an insecure bigot that you need to be surrounded by others who are exactly like you in order to feel that your existence has been validated? Life must be painful for you.
I’m really not that sorry to hear that your life is “difficult.” You’re upset by minor errors such as the curtains that you ordered turning out fuchsia instead of orange. You spend copious amounts of energy and time giving your opinions about others like they’re going out of style. You’re bothered by human variation, and when everything in your life is going right, you still find something to bitch about because nothing will ever be enough for you.
Instead of being irritated when the wind blows in your face, smile. Think of this as Mother Nature’s comical way of saying you need to get laid, so she figured she’d “blow” you. 😅