I don’t know what is the color of pettiness. I know green is envy but everything else is a crapshoot. Or so it seems to me. The color red can be anger and it can be love. Perhaps both simultaneously. I’m fascinated as to how certain colors come to be associated with certain states of being. To me, though, almost everything can be symbolized by the color red. And, that was what I was visualizing last week when I was staring at one petty person after another.
I rather dislike petty people. They tend to be rather small, narcissistic napoleons. Meaning, tyrants who like to throw temper tantrums. These are people who focus on extremely trivial bits because they are small-minded people who cannot get past their own selves. Do I sound like I dislike pettiness? I really do.
And, it so happens that I had to deal with two extremely petty people last week who managed to also call out each other for pettiness. That was rich. I sat staring at one of them wondering how they couldn’t tell that they were just as petty as the other. How do people manage to lose sight of themselves? It often amazes me, despite me knowing better, how certain people just lack self-awareness. It is not like we can take a course in increasing self-awareness but life should provide ample opportunities to get such insight. That is, if one is willing to be vulnerable. And, that is just it. Vulnerability is scary. Self-awareness and reflection can be frightening. Not being bogged down in the trivial can be undoable. But one should try to rise above it all and seek a higher understanding. I don’t believe that is too much to ask for.
A rather simple goal. Try to be a good human who helps others, strives to do better, and looks beyond the little things.
One can hope.