I can, if unchecked, elevate petty to an art-form. And right now, I've got an opportunity and I'm sitting on myself not to take it. I've got my feelings hurt a bit and throw in a little shame for good measure and soon I'm in the soup.
The story goes like this: Bick's nephew (whom I've never met is getting married in late July in Houston). "We" received a Save The Date, addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Bick, although we are not married. Bick considers this wedding to be a "command performance" family event and we'd begun to make other plans around this date - wedding first, followed by a weeks' vacation seeing our favorite band in an Hill Country Honky Tonk, a few days of R&R and Bick's favorite dude ranch, plus an overnight stay at the kitchiest of motor courts.
Yesterday the invitation arrives. It is addressed to Bick only. Not Bick and Roxie, not Bick and guest. Just Bick. In my view, I am not invited to the wedding and I will not attend. I've asked Bick not to "talk to someone about this" as that only makes me feel worse. Today I would like to scrap the whole damn thing - meaning Bick can go down and do the family wedding thing and I will find something else to do in this part of the country. Which punishes Bick, as he had nothing to do with me not being invited.
So today I'm wallowing in F%CK YOU. And I wouldn't accept an invitation even if proffered.
It's amazing how quickly all this new-found peace can go away.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Take time to behave like an adult.