I have not been in the greatest of moods this week. From the Personhood Amendment to the pending execution of Troy Davis to national and office politics, I’m just through. Everybody has their own agenda and just seem hell bent on making the lives of other people miserable so they can feel good or be right.
I’m sick of all of it. I wonder why we can’t just be nicer to each other. You know what being nice costs you? Absolutely nothing. Smile at somebody. Open a door for someone. Work together for the common good. Walk away from a silly squabble. Just move the hell on.
My mom always tells me that she and I have similar personalities – that we’re essentially Pollyanas who want everything to be alright for everybody. And that’s true. I just don’t understand a whole of bickering, fussing, fighting, squabbling. To me, that’s no way to live. I understand that people deal with conflict differently, but honestly 99% of the time I’m going to just walk away. Unless there’s a physical threat to me or my family, whatever the conflict is, pretty much isn’t worth it. I don’t care about looking soft, weak, or whatever. I guess I don’t have enough of a rep to worry about protecting it. Being a 40 year old bully just isn’t a good look.
I don’t know. My spirit is hurt. I’m tired. I wish people were nicer.