I wish I was an oyster. I wish that when things annoyed me, I was able to isolate them, seal them off, and turn them into something of value. I don’t really know that that’s exactly how oysters/pearls work, but I know it’s something along those lines.
It would seem though that that is not who I am. Who I am is the person who glares, then shushes, then swears at noisy movie goers. Who I am is someone who allows things to simmer & fester. I am someone who, once I notice something annoying, seizes upon it, having it grow, stealing energy and attention far beyond its actual worth.
I wish I wasn’t that person. I wish I was an oyster.