One of my weaknesses is being affected. Being affected by supposedly trivial things. Being affected by the actions and words of supposedly insignificant people. Being affected even after the whole issue has been buried sixty feet underground.

I guess it’s just the oversensitive perfectionist me who feels like I should never make mistakes and that when I do, it’s unforgivable or that I should suffer for it.

I guess that after everything, these things aren’t trivial, these people aren’t that insignificant.

I’ve realized that I’m the biggest loser when it comes to being affected by things and people when, really, I shouldn’t be. What’s sadder, more frustrating and more annoying than your blood pressure zooming up over something or someone when the other party meanwhile is enjoying his beauty sleep?