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Tuesday, February 10, 2015
All the Small Things
I wouldn't, on average, consider myself a worrier. Even off average, I don't know if that's a word which can be attributed to my personality, especially in comparison with other who really, well, worry.
Now, when there's a tragedy or catastrophe, or something I would describe as violating, such as getting my car stolen, I may panic. Hyperventilate. But sometimes little things, even mere inconviences, add up to cause worry. Or anxiety. Or frustration.
So when those little things are countered, sometimes they seem like big things.
Something like losing (or forgetting) your locker lock at the gym. A lock that you thought was $5.00 but was actually $10.00 and even though you used a gift card it was a gift card that you could have used on dozens of OTHER things besides a lock. But since you've had something stolen, now you think about leaving things (particulary things not locked up) and you don't want to leave said things (cellphone, wallet) in the car because that was, well, stolen. So not knowing where it could be and hoping you remember to ask the gym desk person if anyone turned it in, but instead finding the lock, a day later, set right on the bench in front of the locker you left...is special. Its a good thing that makes your mood a little more good, or your day, or whatnot.
Now, when there's a tragedy or catastrophe, or something I would describe as violating, such as getting my car stolen, I may panic. Hyperventilate. But sometimes little things, even mere inconviences, add up to cause worry. Or anxiety. Or frustration.
So when those little things are countered, sometimes they seem like big things.
Something like losing (or forgetting) your locker lock at the gym. A lock that you thought was $5.00 but was actually $10.00 and even though you used a gift card it was a gift card that you could have used on dozens of OTHER things besides a lock. But since you've had something stolen, now you think about leaving things (particulary things not locked up) and you don't want to leave said things (cellphone, wallet) in the car because that was, well, stolen. So not knowing where it could be and hoping you remember to ask the gym desk person if anyone turned it in, but instead finding the lock, a day later, set right on the bench in front of the locker you left...is special. Its a good thing that makes your mood a little more good, or your day, or whatnot.
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