Since I was young I have always had this problem of worrying about things out of my control. For example, the top thing on my worry list this week is deciding what car to purchase come the end of my lease…in August.
Life is a challenge for people like me. Fortunately enough, I happen to have surrounded myself with a group of girlfriends who have the exact same problem. Wait! That actually makes it worse.
What is the trade off for being female? I’m not starting a war of the sexes here. I’m a true believer that both men and women are so different that we can’t really compare it.
However, as humans we share emotions. Some more drastic than others. For example, I can’t help but watch Intervention and cry every single time. I know - it’s an illness, I’m addicted to addiction shows. But a man, well - he probably wouldn’t do that. He might fain interest in the show for a couple minutes (or seconds) and then change the channel.
But shouldn’t we be treated equally? I mean, my back is killing me right now. And there are times when my fingers are so swollen that I can’t wear my fabulous over-sized glass rings. Some days I feel like pants and I could never be friends and others - well let’s be honest, pants and I have never really gotten along.
Here’s the thing, I need to know that we’re being treated equally. And I will give men the fact that just existing in their bodies is likely quite uncomfortable. Oh, and that women have that whole more attractive naked thing.
So where is the trade? Men: What are your swollen fingers and sore back?
DISCLAIMER: If you are my father - just don’t read this, because I don’t want to hear some “I’m the dad, you’re the kid, you do what I say speech”.
So the other morning I woke up and realized that I had not locked the door to my apartment. You might think that is totally normal - and that you have forgotten to do way worse things before going to bed. And before you ask…no, I wasn’t drunk.
This is a major accomplishment for me. When it comes to locking doors I’m like Rainman.
So here’s what I think. I think I finally feel comfortable in my space. And not comfortable like the way you’ve accepted how your nose looks even if you hate it. Comfortable like I took two Tylenol PM and I have no idea what happened afterward.
It might be a small thing, but it’s kind of a big thing for me.
Want to share your small things/big deal with me?