It's Always the Little Things

The smallest things that most would deem insignificant always bug me, isn't that just childish?

Nothing makes me worry more than the things that aren't said and the things that weren't done. And it is almost always little things that tick me off to gigantic proportions. But at least it's not as if people need to tread softly around me, I don't blow off on them; I just internalize it. But it bugs me sometimes how careless people can get. Or inconsiderate. It's not easy to see unless you take a step back and just really look at everything. Either that or detach yourself, which I tend to do a lot.

I get so frustrated by people that aren't even talking to me,it's so foolish. I really need to get a grip on myself and grow up, I think. Really. What does most of it even matter? People aren't going after me, out of their way to tick me off, but I get so annoyed at what they do anyways. It's just not right of me and of them but it all goes on anyways. 

When I observe myself, this is what I see :

You can look at so many things and find so much beauty in the most simplest of matter. Yet, should you choose to do it, you can also fill yourself with such negativity by focusing on the smallest facets of human nature. 

Maybe I just answered by own questions and that it's all in what I want to see. But everything hits me, hard. It's so hard to block it all out. You can point it out so easily in others, but not in yourself. Hear that all the time. What a mantra, what a mantra to live by. Easier done than realized. Oh, of course we know it. But do we truly realize it? Two different things if one considers it. One involving shelfing the words to the back of the mind the other involving taking it down and brushing the dust off of it long enough to process what it means. 

I've got even more growing up to do.