Inner Beauty

Friday Funny + Life Lesson: Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff… Even if the Small Stuff is Annoying and Smoking

A note from The Blondeshell: It’s that time again, guys! My guest blogger (and awesome sister, April) has another great Friday Funny to share with you all. Read it, and if you like it, leave a comment encouraging April to get a blog so we can read more from her! 

keepcalm_applylipstickYesterday started out as good day in the World of Me. That’s because, as we all know, when you look good, you feel good. Can I get an “Amen!”? Not to be cocky, but I was looking exceptionally fabulous. My makeup looked perfect, my new pink lipstick was awesome, I had freshly done pink nails (fingers AND toes, of course), I was having a great hair day (thanks to the unseasonably low humidity in South Georgia), the new black-and-white dress I had on fit perfectly, and last, but certainly not least, I was wearing my black, white and red adorable open-toed heels with bows over the toes.

Yes, it was going to be a good day. I even was lucky enough to get a break for lunch with my best girlfriend! This isn’t something that gets to happen all that often (you know, life…) so when she dropped me back off at my office, I was in an even better mood than before… until I saw THEM.

THEM. Ugh. “Them” being the two guys that work down the street from me, several offices down, but always choose to stand right beside my car and smoke. Out of the two guys, there’s one that I refer to as the “sometimes guy” and the “always guy”. The “always guy” is ALWAYS there. I smile at every stranger I pass… It’s just a habit, and this guy has never returned a smile, or even shown the slightest bit of emotion other than disdain for me. He just always looks like he is miserable with the world. The “sometimes guy” is, as you guessed it, sometimes there, and at least he will return a smile… sometimes.

If you know anything about me, you know I can’t stand cigarette smoke. I’m not going to preach, and I will try not to judge, but I can’t for the life of me understand why someone would choose to smoke cigarettes. Cancer, bad skin, bad breath, yellow teeth… Where’s the fun in that? Anyway, their habit wouldn’t annoy me if they would choose anywhere else in the mile long parking lot to inhale their cancer sticks, but nope.

They work several buildings down and walk the whole length of our parking lot out back to stand beside MY car and smoke… and they have the audacity to NOT smile back at me. Not cool. This habit of theirs (the smoking + the asshole behavior) has really started to annoy me. I constantly remind myself to not sweat the small stuff, and sometimes I have to tell myself over and over to keep my mind right. Whenever I see them smoking, not smiling back at me or saying hello back to me, and leaning on my car, I simply take a deep breath and tell myself, “don’t sweat the small stuff” and go about my day.

Despite my post-lunch happy mood, I was really irritated when I saw them there. When I went to get out of my friend’s car, I started complaining about them always being there. She knows how much I hate cigarette smoke so I was telling her how irritating it is because the smoke actually gets in my car and makes it stink to high heaven. On top of that, they throw the butts all over the ground around my car… and littering is another HUGE pet peeve of mine.

Feeling unusually pissed off, I channeled my anger into courage, and told her I was finally going to go tell them to find a new smoking spot. Yeah! I’m going to tell them! With my head held high, I put on a fresh coat of lipstick (which we all know is extremely empowering), I climbed out of the car and strutted their way. I had my freshly-made up bitch face on and was geared up for an argument.

As I approached them, the “sometimes guy” looked at me and smiled and said “Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you how stylish you always look. Your hair is just awesome! Truly gorgeous.”

I want you to imagine my face. It went from vehement bitch face to “HUH?!” face. Needless to say, I was taken aback, and quickly regained my normal pleasant composure. I thanked him very sincerely. I don’t think he realized how nice it was to hear something so kind when I was gearing up to rip him a new one. We chatted for a minute before we both had to return to work.

small_stuff copyIn this moment, I was very quickly reminded to indeed not sweat the small stuff. I had to remind myself that it’s just so much better to just be nice to people. It may not always be the easiest thing, but for the most part, it’s always for the best. As my mom always says, “You attract more bees with honey than you do vinegar.”

And while I’m talking about things I’ve always heard, how about the fact that I’ve always been told it takes way more muscles in your face to frown than smile? That’s enough of a reason for me to keep smiling! I’m not going to let two seemingly unpleasant smokers (that turned out to be very kind) give me more wrinkles than necessary!

So, the moral of this little story? Always have your lipstick handy, because applying fresh lipstick is very empowering. …Oh! And it’s just as important to be pretty on the inside as it is on the outside… That too.

  • Carrie Dagenhard Rutledge

    I LOVE April’s posts. Keep ’em coming! 🙂

  • Jason M

    Stupid, pointless article. Also, the girl who commented, “Carrie”, looks like a clown in a funhouse mirror. Your head and face look really weird…