Little Things Mean A Lot, by Michael Davis – Straight No Chaser #308 | @MDWorld

April 5, 2013 Michael Davis 7 Comments

Sorry about last week.

I was in one of my rare, but lately more frequent, “feel sorry for myself” moods. It happens to the best of us…and I am the best of us.

Ah, that’s nice — a bit of bravado is always a good sign that I’m feeling better. I’m going through MASSIVE drama, and have been since the start of the New Year. Man, does that suck: starting a new year with drama.

I, like most people, look at the New Year as a great way to feel good about the wonderful promise it should bring. I have a lot to be happy about this year, and I was SOOOO looking forward to 2013.

Now I just want this fucking year to be done with.

I’m pretty good with dealing with mammoth drama. You may not think so because I’m bitching about feeling sorry for myself and such. It’s not the major drama, which is fucking up my year, believe me. I’ve dealt with major drama all my life.

I’ve had to deal with some shit in my life that makes movie drama look like an after school special.

Big stuff I can deal with. It’s the little shit that comes up WHILE you are dealing with the big stuff that makes me crazy.

Really.

Case in point — my Macbook Pro battery is now dead. Dead, as in no amount of charging will get even the slightest buzz from it. This is driving me nuts.

Now it’s useless as a travel laptop. I know what you are thinking — “Just buy another battery.” Simple, right?

To YOU it’s simple. Not to me.

I have to go to the Mac store to purchase the battery.

That means I have to get in my car, drive, find parking, walk through the mall, talk to someone, buy the damn battery, walk back through the mall, get in my car, leave the parking lot, drive home, and insert the battery.

Now, I don’t have any travel plans for the short term, and there is no dire need for me to have a battery right NOW, but the thought of me forgetting to buy the battery before I have to get on a plane is killing me!

Also, now I’m thinking about the Macbook Pro I lent to a friend last year, which was stolen from her. NOW I’m pissed, when at the time I was not. Yeah, a brand new, fully-loaded piece of hardware and software worth thousands of dollars, and I wasn’t mad at her.

I wasn’t mad THEN.

In fact, I went out of my way not to make her feel bad.

You know why?

Because last year when it was stolen, my life was going great.

I had no real complaints. NOW the thought of that Mac, MY Mac, my BRAND NEW Mac being stolen from someone I was nice enough to lend it to makes my blood boil.

NOW, because I’m writing this, I’m thinking she may read this and feel horrible. NOW I have to deal with THAT in my head.

AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

See what I mean? The BIG SHIT I’m dealing with is making all the little shit drive me crazy. I can see how you would think the stolen Mac was a big thing, but at the time it wasn’t.  NOW it’s making me crazy because I have to buy a battery, which should NOT make me crazy because it’s such a little thing, but because I have this BIG thing hanging over me, the battery seems like a BIG thing.

AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

NOW I’m thinking that every single person reading this has no idea what I’m trying to say and now I have THAT on my mind!

Fuck, fuck, fuckidty, FUCK!!

NOW I’m thinking I misspelled fuckidty and everyone thinks I’m an idiot.

Fuckidty is not even a real word, so why the fuck should I care how it’s spelled?

AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Shit, is that the way to spell AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH???