Petty Me

Confession time. I can be so petty. It’s just the road I travel. I wish it wasn’t true but it is. Not all the time, mind you, just when I really don’t want to be.

Why am I telling you this? I don’t have to. It could have remained my little secret. But I have a feeling I’m not alone in this, and I have a feeling too, I just need to get it off my chest.

I am generally a loving, giving, caring person 99.5 % of the time. But that .5% can really get to me!

I was just sitting here, minding my own business, when all of the sudden I get a little tidbit of info about the happenings of a person who I have a hard time with anyway. (Thank you Al Gore, or whoever invented the Internet.) Yes, this little item of news came via the ever-present, always invisible waves that are floating around just waiting to make me feel petty.

I’m happy for this person. I am! Deep down where it really counts. The news was good for them. A lovely thing happened to this person. Why do I feel as if I would have been better off NOT knowing about this joyous event?  It ‘s not like I would have ever found out about it on my own. I don’t have much contact with this person these days, not on a personal level anyway. I probably could have gone on with my life blissfully ignorant of this entire affair. Didn’t happen. Now I have to find somewhere in this brain of mine to file this fact that makes me feel so very small…very small indeed.

It’s not like this is the only time something of this nature has happened in my life. And most assurdedly it won’t be the last either. Nope,  not a chance there. Such is common to man, I suppose. And that which I don’t want to do (being petty), tends to come out every now and then when I least want or expect it.

And it came, as things of this nature usually do, right on the cusp of a meeting I had today at church. A good meeting it was. One of sharing, and getting to know these women that I am on this journey with while serving at my church. So much for the warm fuzzies. Wishing they would have stayed around at least until I went to bed.

So there you have it…petty me in all my glory. Not proud of it, not one bit, but I’m okay with it. I will deal knowing petty me, along with those warm fuzzies I just mentioned, won’t stay around long either. Until it happens again…just saying.

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