You know when you have a small cut, or a bit of a scratch, like scraped knees or over-itched skin?
You know how it hurts, but not too bad? It's just an annoyance.
Until you decide that you should do the right thing, the smart thing, and clean that wound with soap?
And then it burns like a fucker?
That's what my life has been like this last month.
Most things are fine. Great even. But there have been, as there always are, a few small annoyances.
Until I tried to do the right thing, the smart thing, and deal with those annoyances in an adult, straight-forward manner.
And, man, has it burned.
It's interesting though, at least to me, how these burns have affected me. I am actually more grateful and thankful for my life than ever before.
I've had a hard time dealing with people lately. Because people are stupid, mean, or petty. And I'm not.
People bounce checks to me and I'm just glad that I don't have to worry about money like they do. People are rude and I'm just glad that I have a reputation of being polite. (In real life, anyway. I get all of my rudeness out here.) People are turning their children into little shit losers and I'm just glad that I'm not.
I've got love, security, loyalty, happiness and family. And I'm learning that most people don't. Who knew? But more, I'm learning that some people who have all of those things still somehow manage to rip the misery from the jaws of joy. They revel in nastiness.
I'm not going to let people infect me with their nastiness. Uh uh. Not me.
I'm getting some hurt-free Neosporin and a Band-aid, baby! I know where the good people are. And I'm sticking with them.