Those small things

I've always been the kind of person that keeps it cool during stressful situations. Always believing that this way I will help other try to get less stressful... in a way, not add to their stress. This have led me to not get overly stressed at huge things going wrong. Is the fact that they are huge that keeps me in mind that not everything can go right. Funny thing is, that when it comes to small things, a matter of minutes, can really make you feel angry and sad in a way? I don't expect too much from big things, but I always expect a lot from small things; believing that being small, it shouldn't be a problem for them to go right or just how I wanted.

Well, then comes the people, situations out of your hand that makes you feel angry at it even if you think "it's no big deal". This goes like this especially for kids. Don't ever underestimate a kid's will, and the crush him breaking your promises. Well, long time ago, I was 11 or 12, it was Saint Valentine's day. Like usual, everyone gets cards from people and all. And in school, I always belonged to the smart group. In those groups, the smarter you were, the cooler you were. I was well liked, but less thought of than I thought. Valentine day arrived, and these two girls who I deeply admired, were like the coolest of the group. Everyone looked up to them, even me, and they gave these cute cards to everyone in class, EVERYONE, but me. They saw me as they approached my chair and I noticed them exchanging looks as in "oh fuck we forgot". They didn't had one for me, so they went to search for one to write my name and give it to me. It was nice of them to feel bad about it, and it wasn't hat big of a deal. But for some reason, it made me feel very bad the whole day. People really ignore the small things that make me feel bad, ignoring them, thinking is not a big deal. Big things I don't care, small things I do. I don't know why, it's just me.

Like when a kid waits for Christmas morning anxiously, waiting for it, just to open that one present he was wanting all year, something small. When he comes down, there is a huge bike in the living room. The parents got him the best, he was shocked at it, happy at it, but something was not right. He didn't saw the small box anywhere. the parents ignored the small happiness for a huge bike they thought was best. Some people, just don't take into consideration others. But then again, probably the little boy never told anyone that all he wanted was that small yellow car he saw that day at the store. So then again, it's not their fault... doesn't mean he won't be sad at it. And so it goes.

EDIT: Well, turns out the little kid with a sigh went to ride his bike for the first time. Along the way, he found a boy, they biked for a while along the neighborhood. And they became life-long friends.