It’s the Little Things

The older I get, the more I appreciate certain things.

I’m not really sure why that is… it doesn’t make a lot of logical sense.

Example: The Little Things

I appreciate the people that make an effort, even a minimal effort. I used to be unhappy unless someone would actually do some kind of activity with me. People would do little things, but I didn’t really care so much. When I was 19, I had a beautiful girlfriend who was very thoughtful…most of the time. I remember how she would come to my work at 3 AM when I got off so she could warm up my car and scrape the windows. A nice gesture. I didn’t think much of it then.

And people would write little notes to me. Nothing fanatical… just a couple of sentences. In the information age, a handwritten note is almost as rare as a woman that can cook. I didn’t really think much of that either.

But as I get older, that kind of thing is more important. I think part of it stems from knowing how difficult it is to keep a friendship going in the midst of hectic lives. There are times I feel like I can’t even do the minimal “maintenance” on a friendship because I’m just so stressed out. So knowing that someone took the time to sit down and write something personal… it’s really an amazing thing.

Example: The sun.

I spent roughly umm… 100% of my time indoors from age 16 till 23. I was completely convinced I hated the outdoors, and “that’s why we invented indoors!” as I would always say.

Then I met Jenny, who happened to be a sun-worshipper. She would rather lie in the sun than just about anything. I grudgingly joined her. And a strange thing happened. I enjoyed it. The fresh air, the warmth… I could hardly believe how nice a non-climate controlled environment could be. Had it not been for someone pushing me out of my comfort zone, I might not have found out how much I liked it. Now, I willingly spend time outdoors. I look for excuses to go outdoors.

Example: Neighbors

I grew up in a stuffy, arrogant, annoying neighborhood full of pedantic old jerks. I would try to sell candy bars for a school fundraiser and get the “I don’t buy crap from stupid kids” response. We had good old fashioned feuds with several of our neighbors. And that was fine, because they were losers.

But as I moved into my own house, I suddenly realized how important it was to appreciate and befriend your neighbors. It isn’t a mere social exercise, especially for someone living alone. My neighbors watch out for me.

For instance, last year when I went on vacation, I asked “Lynne” to pick up my mail for me, since she lives just a couple miles away. My neighbor called me to let me know “some tall brunette was in my house.” You couldn’t pay for a security system like that. Since I knew it was “Lynne” I told him not to worry about it. If I hadn’t asked anyone to pick up the mail, I would have been coming home ASAP as soon as I heard the words “tall brunette” come out of his mouth.

Example: Dogs

Yeah, I spent 25 years of my life spouting hatred for dogs. My family had an evil demon possessed dog when I was little, and the experience scarred me. I assumed that all dogs were insane, smelly hellhounds.

Once again, Jenny wore me down over time. She lives and breathes dogs. When I moved into my house last year, I ended up not liking the empty house feel. Since I couldn’t pay $95 and adopt a girlfriend, I took Jenny’s advice and got a dog. Then another one.

Now, I can’t imagine not having them. They are so much fun, and they always put a smile on my face. I can’t even get mad when they destroy everything I own.


Sappy, yes. Important, yes. So if you don’t like it, then roll it up real tight, and shove it in your notebook.

  14 comments for “It’s the Little Things

  1. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    Yes! I hate people.

  2. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    sounds like the perfect time to break into the “i don’t give a damn” dance – i do it often at the office!

  3. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    People still read newspapers?

  4. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    Converse over coffee? Is that what we’re calling it now??

    Incredipete, any time you have a choice to do something, or point and mock, you always go with the latter. Always.

  5. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    Ah yes, converse over coffee… sounds good warcry! 😉

  6. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    *quote* I have more important things to do. Like read the paper. *quote*

    And converse with me. You know, over coffee…;)

  7. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    Well, Nightmare, Jenny is married to another guy. She’s my friend, not my “girlyfriend.”

    Andy, you need to give me some directions….

  8. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    Very well said, Incredipete. And all true. Sometimes we have to sit back and smell the miniature roses too and appreciate them for what they are. And also, dogs. They rock.

  9. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    PS – It was a spork, not a spoon.

  10. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    oh, I got the dogs chewed up my house thing tonight. They ate my couch. Well, just pulled the stuffing out of the seat cushions. What’s funny is I don’t sit on the couch anymore, that was their place to lay, now they have to sleep in their doggie beds. lol dumb dogs! 🙂

  11. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    Jesus Incredipete you made me weep.

    All of that sentiment in one posting, I might have a break down.

    Oh I agree with all of what you said, and again I blame paved roads for all of the fear, and loathing that we have towards anything not in our comfort zone.

    Without pavement, we would have to be tighter with our neighbors because they would still live a mile away and any contact with them would be intentional and welcomed. Dogs are God’s way of saying you’re loved, and the sun…well it will be a cold day in hell when we don’t have that star around.

    So what happened to Jenny? Why didn’t you marry that girl? she sounds pretty good. Unless she tried to stab you with a plastic spoon while on a picnic out in the sun, then of course I can see why you might hesitate.

  12. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    I’m another one who never had that much for dogs until I met the right pooch. Am I really first to comment?

  13. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    Good neighbors are hard to find. We all look out for each other. We had some 19-23 ish kind of guy casing the houses in our neighborhood so I called the cops. Just in case. That way even though he had done nothing illegal he knows to not fuck with our neighborhood because someone is always watching.

    Now I’m not so sure about dogs eating the inside of my house…

  14. November 30, -0001 at 12:00 am

    “…Since I couldn’t pay $95 and adopt a girlfriend…” Incredipete, you just don’t know where to shop. For $95 I know where you can rent 2 girlfriends.

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