Battle of the Useless.

We all see things differently. 

We all think one thing is right, another wrong, and our views may differ. 

One thing I've learned is that with every person we know and with every conversation there may be something we could disagree on. 

It's so easy to get caught up in these petty things. 

"Don't sweat the small stuff, it's all small stuff" comes to mind, and actually makes sense to me now. 

I've learned from this last relationship that it's so important to Pick Your Battles.

The yard, the car in the way, the dirty clothes, the dirty dishes, those are small things. 

Arguing over them every day drives an almost irrevocable wedge between you and your partner or friends or children...a wedge you never wanted and one that is unnecessary.

Remember, love is all encompassing. 

Don't sweat the small stuff. 

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