Fight Club
Recently, I have found myself butting heads with random people in my life. My brother, my friends, my boss... my boss? Yeah, him too.
And these arguments have been seriously petty as fuck.
One was about change amount from the package store. Another was over me doing my laundry. Another was over which job was priority and which one wasn't.
Stupid shit to argue about!
And what's worse, is that I was so naive to actually argue back. As if my two cents actually mattered in resolving the stupid problem that shouldn't have even been a problem to begin with.
What, honestly, is the point of arguing over these stupid insignificant things?
The need to be right, the clarification that you are in control of the provided situation, the urge to express some underlying emotion that has absolutely nothing to do with the situation you're thrust in, just not knowing how to express what you feel without arguing about it first using petty things to dilute the fact that this is, in fact what you're feeling.
Did that last one even make sense?
None of these stupid fights have made any sense at all to me.
And for some reason, they have weighed on me more than they should have.
So, I will cut straight to the point with this one.
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