Feeling like mashed peas
The other day I was feeling sorta...how should I put it? Like a plate of mashed peas; techincally okay, but super-icky. I think everyone has those sorta days - you know, bad hair days, or feeling-fat days or whatnot. My plate is so full nowadays, with school and tutoring and school trips and so on and so forth. I was the mashiest mashed peas ever. It's moments like those when I really appreciate random acts of kindness. Like someone taking time out of their studying schedule to email me So Beautiful by Darren Hayes. Like a best friend who calls to tell me about selling diamonds to little blue-haired old ladies. Like knowing someone will call everyday to check up on me (well, that may be a bit too much to expect). Why is it we only appreciate the small things when all the big things are going to hell in a handbasket? I try to be thankful for the little things every day, but like everyone, I often get lost in all the large stuff. It's like my life is a second-rate soap opera and it's sweeps week every week, when really, all I want is a mellow sitcom where a joke about a mother-in-law can be stretched for twenty-two minutes. I don't mind being peas, but must I be mashed? Hmmm, I suppose that's enough mixed metaphors for one post.
Final thought: I like the little things.