Belated said:
So, what are some bad things that happened to you that still make you feel sad or angry to think about? I'm not talking like, big, epic, life-changing events or massive tragic stories. I'm talking about the little things. Maybe somebody erased your Pokemon save. Maybe a teacher punished you for something another kid did. Maybe your dad ate your french fries. Y'know, something petty but irritating.
I don't keep track of the little things most of the time. I was quite the asshole to my little brother, yelled at him too much when we were younger, got too angry too many times, but I cooled down and we're fairly close now.
There's just too much big shit to get in the way that's eating at me. One of my earliest memories is seeing my mother crying on the stairs while the police lights came in from outside the window, my parents got divorced when I was ~6y.o., the best thing I can say about my father is "Well - he never beat me" (which isn't saying much), later on my at-the-time best friend from high school went behind my back with the woman I was madly in love with and conducted a relationship (only to cheat on her down the road) behind my back - which resulted in a suicide attempt by yours truly, I was molested by a neighbor as a kid, I spent several years living in an unfinished basement because of said father not paying child support and my single mother having to provide for my brother and I on a salary of <$30k/yr, and then after being the only parent worth a damn to us I watched my mother die a year-long death at the hands of Glioblastoma Multiforme (brain cancer) while she literally forgot I was her son at some points. Because of her unexpected demise (she was 41) my GPA dropped like a stone - from a 3.6 to a 2.7 - and for the first time in my college career I failed courses and I was kicked out of the Honors Society, which I forced myself to retake because I want to enter Med school.
Now my GPA is a 3.08 - which was damn hard to bring back up after switching from English to Biology courses and not being in a Science class for years or having a thorough understanding of what's now basic high school science since I'm a few years older than your average student (I took the SATs, to date me a tad).
So, yeah, after all that shit happened, little stuff doesn't really eat at me. It happens, I either don't give a Nickel's worth of my time or I fix it then and there. It makes me seem extremely apathetic or cold to most people - but I figure I have a good excuse.
If you let the tiny stuff gnaw at you on the inside, you're going to be absolutely paralyzed when the big stuff hits. Not worth it, and the people who cause it aren't worth it. Probably why I have so few friends, but the friends I do have I'm
always glad to have around.