Yes, I do like All the Small Things by blink-182. No, this post is not particularly about that song.
“It’s the little things that matter” is a phrase that, I think, is underestimated.
The little things do matter. I often get frustrated over little things. I’m sure a lot of people do, but I tend to blow it up to where it will ruin my entire day. The rare times I do wear make up, I get so agitated because I can’t get my eyeliner to look good. No one else notices, but I do. I get mad when my phone screen has fingerprints on it, so I’m constantly wiping it off.
Everybody gets frustrated at the smallest inconvenience. If not, hats off to you. We get mad when we run out of sugar to put in our coffee. Well, I don’t because I drink coffee, black. However, it can ruin half my day if I take a drink of coffee that has gotten cold. By the way, there is a difference between hot coffee turning cold and cold coffee. Don’t even get me started if there is a chip on the rim of my coffee mug. You can almost see the steam coming from my nostrils, right now, as I’m staring at this chipped mug.
The small things can piss you off, basically. But, the small things can also make your day brighter.
Have you ever heard a song that made you happier for at least a few hours after you heard it? What about when you think you’ve ate your last chocolate bar, but it turns out there is another in the bag? I don’t know about you, but that would put a huge smile on my face.
Yesterday, I was kind of down. I had talked myself into believing I was a horrible person and that every nice thing I’ve ever done wasn’t enough. I had to go to the store, so I just took Dillon’s car. While driving, I was listening to music and spotted Dillon’s work jacket in the back seat.
“I bet it smells like him.” I said to my self.
So, I made the smartest decision and grabbed the jacket. I almost drove straight into the ditch, but it was totally worth getting a big whiff of my husband’s scent. Gross, I know, but there’s just something about your husband or boyfriend’s scent that instantly makes you happier. It’s like a natural incense, or something. And it’s not even cologne or deodorant, it’s his natural smell that is so intoxicating to me. It’s not in a sexual way, either. It’s more like how an essential oil would relax you or bring positive thoughts. It’s weird, but I am a weird person.
That is how I almost totaled Dillon’s car for an article of clothing. Don’t ask why I didn’t just smell him when I got home. That’s not the point.
Anyway, the small things. They matter to us. A simple “how are you?” can make a person’s day, or a strange look can ruin it.
Of course, some people don’t think these small gestures really make a difference, like Dillon. He doesn’t really think much about it. Me, on the other hand, I am extremely sensitive and if someone gives me a look without smiling or something, I run away, crying.
Okay, maybe not, but it does affect me more than it should. It could just be my anxiety talking. I, truthfully, think small gestures say a lot about a person’s character.
So, the next time you want to make someone happy, remember, you don’t have to buy expensive gifts or do something extreme. Call them and tell them you appreciate them. Bring them a cold soft drink or water. A small hug to let them know you’re there will do just as good.
Alright, I’m about to go bury myself in Dillon’s unwashed shirts. Not driving, this time.