It’s in the simple things… (Part 2)

So, I have a… let’s call her Beverly. Beverly might read this; hopefully, she doesn’t figure out she’s Beverly, Lol. Years ago, Beverly got into a car accident at midnight in a not-so-safe city. She calls her family, who live in another state, but of course, what can they really do but call everybody they know in that city to see who can go see about Beverly.  Luckily, Beverly wasn’t hurt, but she was alone at midnight, on the street, waiting for the police to come through.

Beverly has a guy friend, who is Beverly’s best friend. They both have given each other this title, and they are both twenty-three years old. Beverly calls her guy best friend to tell him that she is in the street at midnight due to an accident, and her best friend says, “Oh, I’ll just stay on the phone with you while you wait for the police.” I’m paraphrasing, but you get the gist of it. A dude who’s my best friend just heard that I’m in an accident at midnight in the streets, and he stays in his warm comfort while I’m in the streets. I was livid for Beverly. I’m in another state, ready to drive like a fool through the night to get to Beverly; meanwhile, old boy, who is old enough to drink and drive and is at best friend status, couldn’t even drive ten minutes up the road to go wait with his best friend.

Days after the situation was settled, I told Beverly that I didn’t think he was a friend to her and that his actions spoke volumes about his maturity as a young man, and I told her she needed to address him on this. Beverley did not feel the way I felt about it; she thought I was overthinking it, and she didn’t feel he did anything wrong. I remember thinking Beverley’s mentality about herself is low, and I pray she realizes her worth.

A few years later... Beverley married a man who has no regard for her feelings, ignores her emotional needs, and blames her for their marital problems without taking any accountability. He shows her no chivalry and uses Beverley as a wife without making the sacrifices of a husband. Beverley’s days are spent putting on a brave face and shopping through her unhappiness.

Life is in the simple things.

One simple thing that was never addressed has become a giant problem that is now too big to just walk away from. If you can be nonchalant with your worth when it’s a little simple thing, then chances are you will be nonchalant with the big things also, because you have no practice in addressing matters in their simplest form, and definitely not in their greatest. If everything is not that serious, then what is serious to you? Because isn’t your heart serious, isn’t how a loved one makes you feel serious, isn’t how a friend comes through for you, or doesn’t come through for you serious?

One of my unbecoming personality traits, according to my friends, is that I always take simple things too seriously… They’re not lying- I do. Here’s the thing: my taking the little things seriously has always paid off for me in the end, and it certainly doesn’t leave me married but single; no shade to Beverly. My point is, don’t be so blaze’ about the little simple things in your life. The greatness of your life is in the simple things.

RJMquintosh