I’ve self-diagnosed myself with a serious condition: the inability to let go of anything.

Mean Whole Foods cashier? I’ll brood about that for days, or a day, because that’s honestly how much I go there. It’s a 7 minute walk from our apartment. Do you really blame me?

Facebook status/photos/updates that inspire jealousy or anger? I’ll think about it until forever, or until a new feed pops up and brings about a new sense of inferiority. Whether it’s politics or weddings or an everyday play-by-play, I dwell on useless bits of information.

The fact that I managed to lose two of my favorite Ray Ban sunglasses this week? Can’t stop thinking about my carelessness and how the ultimate favorite pair made it across the country without incident and somehow disappeared during a 7-mile commute.

And these are just the simple things, the stuff that ultimately doesn’t matter, the details that will prove irrelevant tomorrow or next week or next month or next year. Continue reading »