I was very upset with Suddenlink, our internet provider and pathway for Netflix, earlier today. Well, most of yesterday and all days leading up to yesterday, as well. And then I realized they weren’t the problem; it was the router…or the modem…or me. When I pushed the reset button on the router to reestablish the connection to the television, the problems disappeared.
I began thinking about how upset I had been about something that, in the overall scheme of things, is not in the least bit important. I allow myself to believe it’s important far too often; but then reality sets in and I discover I’ve been upset and angry about something amazingly minor. If the internet delivered water and food and power, I’d have a legitimate beef when it goes out or doesn’t perform to my expectations. But my complaint has been about not getting Netflix when I want it.
On one hand, I chastise the world around me to tone down the volume in complaining about problems that don’t begin to compare with real, life-threatening problems others face. But then I go about doing exactly what I preach against.
When I reach maturity, maybe then I’ll be more mature about such things.
