Perspective

It's all about how you choose to look at life.

My absolute pet peeves include, but are not limited to:
-Food play by plays on Twitter
-Why can no one walk in a freaking hallway?? This is America, walk on the right. Then we won't have this awkward moment where I can't get by you. I just want to go to class without walking into your chest accidentally. Is that too much to ask?
-Can we decide as a population proper protocol for when you run across someone you barely knew a long time ago? Like I had a class with them, fall quarter of last year...should I smile and wave every time I see them? Is that creepy and over eager? Sometimes I swear I'm the only one who over analyzes my actions this much.
-Last, but not least, your time is NOT more important than mine. Do not act like I have all day to wait for you. Do not act like I don't have a billion things to do. I know I will probably waste much of that time when I get home, but the difference is that I will be wasting MY OWN time. I try to be considerate of other people's time and I know that sometimes I fail. Life happens, but when someone does me a freaking favor, I am going to try and do my best to make it as little of an imposition as possible...not take advantage of their charitableness.

It's all about how you choose to look at life. I tend to look at it in a way where I do not want to ruin anyone else's day. I'm easily pressured by drivers behind me in traffic and I worry about how the choices I make affect others. This is very different than other people I know. They are equally as good of people, if not significantly better, but they believe they have this right to pull out in traffic and drive slow. It's not that they are inconsiderate or rude, they just somehow think they have an innate right to pull out in front of that other car. I don't understand how this works.

Or another example, my older brother used to frequently think his time was more important than that of the 4 other people in our family. I swear, at least 1 night a week, he would wait until mom called us for dinner and then go to the bathroom. Every time. Like why? You want us to wait for you, starving, in front of hot food?? Is this some kind of power trip? Does it give you joy to manipulate us?? Like what type of person does this?

But it's all about how you look at yourself in relation to the world. I guess I don't think I'm all that important, but I'm ok with that. Other people's time will always be more important than mine to me. Recently, I have gained so more perspective and I'm starting to get more of a balance so that people can't just walk all over me, but still...It's so weird to me when I realize these simple things I should have realized before, but didn't.