Petty people have been crampin’ my style and bringing me down. It’s turned me into a very negative person. I’ve been seeing my current bottle of Maker’s Mark as half empty instead of half full, and I’ve just been plain sad, y'all.
Why do I care so much about what other people think of me? Why do I let those people get me down so low? I have been plagued with those two questions since the end of February. I tend to dwell on the bad things, and I never seem to focus on the good things.
I’m pretty content with the people and most of the things in my life right now. However, I’ve been letting jerks keep me from being truly happy, and IT’S FREAKING ANNOYING.
I’ve realized that I am the only person who can fix this. It’s time to begin my journey to happy.
I don’t know exactly what I’m going to do, but I have a few things in mind.
- Appreciating little things. Like a smile from a stranger or Spaghetti-O’s and Strawberry Kool-Aid or when my cat does something funny.
- Write more. I know it will help with my cluttered mind. There’s nothing like cracking the spine of a new Moleskine journal.
- Keep my house clean. Yeah, I know that’s crazy, but I feel better when my house is organized chaos rather than just, uh, chaos.
- Always remember this quote:
Look at me, being all deep. Let's see how this goes.