I get so aggravated by some of the minute, redundant things in my life. So much so that I’d rather be jabbed with a needle ten times over than to have to experience the excruciating pain of reliving it all over again. For instance, I find slow moving traffic to be painfully aggravating because there’s no legitimate reason to slow down to gawk at potbellied guy walking on the side of the highway carrying a red gas container. Is that a gratifying reason to slow to 5 miles an hour and suspend my life for the next hour as I navigate through the deplorable rubber-neckers??? Argh!!!!!
Sometimes I am viscerally happy with the smallest things in life. This week I watched as this humongous aircraft lifted off until it became as big as the ant that was about to be squashed under the weight of my shoe. The sight of that aircraft ascending into the high, fluffy white clouds brought tears to my eyes. I was overflowing with inexplicable joy and positive emotions when the plane disappeared into the embraces of the clouds. I grabbed a tissue and dabbed at the tear in my eye and shook my head. Under my breath, when Hubby was a distance away, I said… thank god they’re gone….
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