The little things.

HEY LET'S USE A CLICHE IN MY BLOG POST FOR AP ENGLISH THAT'S A GOOD IDEA HUH? Oh well, #yolo #nocares

However, compulsive thoughts aside, today I really did realize it is the little things in life that mean the most. Now hang in with me, I'm going somewhere with this. Today I went shopping with some friends, and we went into Victoria's Secret. I'll save you the gory details, but I ended up getting a few pairs of nice underwear (maybe not ALL the gory details. NOW THE WHOLE INTEWEB KNOWS I HAVE NEW UNDERWEAR WOOT). I tried them on, and they are literally the comfiest, silkiest, and most self-esteem lifting things I have ever owned. Never before have I thought that a few items can have this much of an impact on my mood before. Later tonight though, my dad came home and we fought about the hours I am thinking about working over the summer since I have no school. I said I was still just going to work half the day, but I hadn't yet decided if I wanted to do the morning four hours, or the afternoon four. He got angry (like he always does) and said "Well why don't you just work all day?" and I said (being the sassy little teenager who likes to argue with their parents that I am) "Because working full days makes me want to DIE." He yelled and asked what I was going to do for money, and I said I barely ever spend it anyways (kind of) and he got even angrier and asked about what I was going to do when I got into college for money, and then I snapped. I assertively said "You know dad, not the entire world revolves around money. What's the point of being rich if I want to die every other day?" and he said, even angrier "The world DOES revolve around money. How will you live?" and I snapped back "I'll just be a hobo." Needless to say, that was the end of that conversation. Afterwards though, I started thinking about how comfortable my new underwear was again, and then it lead me to think about the little things and how they really are the most important things. Things like soft new underwear that makes you feel good about yourself, or a hot cup of diabetes tea (my specialty, I'll give you the stroke-inducing recipe at your discretion), or even video games, if you're into that. I understand the fact that yes, the world technically DOES revolve around money and you couldn't get those things without it, but money isn't they most important thing in the world. I didn't even care about how much money I had in my bank when I put on my new underwear. I didn't even think about getting my paycheck when I was strutting around my room in them. I didn't even think about buying gas or paying bills or how I would pay for college when I was folding them in my drawers (bah-dum-tiss). The little things that happened today, whether it was the fancy underwear, spending time with my friends, or crying in Ag class because we were laughing so hard, are going to be the things I remember in a few years, and not how much money I actually did spend today (Hello, my name is not allowed to be on the internet because of my English teacher, and I am a shopaholic). Stop worrying so much about how much money you have, and start thinking about your silky new underwear. But not mine, because that would be weird, even if I did put the idea into your brain.