Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff…or Take Crap

It’s a fine line between letting things roll off your back and becoming a doormat. There comes a time when you need to speak up and stop taking crap.

A friend of mine has been giving me a ride to work as I regain the strength I need to walk 3 miles a day to get to work and back. I’ve been working and toughening myself up so that I can walk and free us both from this nonsense. There are a lot of other things that have happened, but this past Friday it just got too ridiculous to let pass. Unfortunately, she has become rather abrasive and passive aggressive about the whole ordeal, despite repeated assurances that it’s not a problem. The stupidity is surpassed only by the pettiness.

On Friday I had to just stop the stupidity. She IMed me at work to tell me — wait for it — that the ice in my cup was too loud. She informed me that I need — yes, NEED — to get a quieter cup because the ice in the cup was loud when it was quiet. She then said she hoped she hadn’t hurt my feelings. What?

I was tempted to turn my cup into a goddamned maraca. I told her that I’m not that fragile, my feelings are not easily hurt, and that I couldn’t care less if my ice was too loud for her. What’s next? She doesn’t like when I pass her too often to use the bathroom? She doesn’t like that I have noodles for lunch? There’s a point where it just becomes too petty to let pass. Later I was passing to the bathroom and she called me. I told her I wasn’t in the building…and that I would be back. She started to say, “So I don’t need to drive you home? You’re not in the building? Hahaha.” *stare* I told her no, she didn’t, and walked myself to my doctor’s appointment.

She then told me that she thinks of me like her son and so on. Creepy apology accepted.

As it comes to writing, I was thinking about my first novel. I got some advice that told me not to give into the editor too much if they wanted to change my voice. I didn’t let anything overt happen, but the experience was faster than I expected and I lost some battles by not being aware that there was a fight, much less that it was on. I also didn’t want to ruffle any feathers and set the expectation that I was difficult to work with.

In retrospect, I should have put my foot down more than I did. I tried not to sweat the small stuff, and I didn’t…but I did let some things go that I wish I wouldn’t have. It was bad, in fact. I didn’t sweat the small stuff, yet I took a lot of crap. I would do it differently, though I may not have to because I found a good editor.

It’s a fine line, and one I wish would send out greeting cards so you know when it was coming. There’s a fine line…like the one I crossed with this post. It sounded better in my head and came out as a bitch fest. Oopsie-tootsie! I’ll do better next time.

But, uh, the writing is coming along great and… *sigh* Post Failed. I shall slink away now. haha. Enjoy!

~ by Darren Endymion on December 14, 2015.

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