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Becoming Petty

Being petty has sparked many inspired (and sometimes hilarious) memes, disrupted relationships, and caused all kinds of unnecessary chaos that could’ve otherwise been avoided if someone involved or all parties involved made a decision to take the high road. I’ll be the first to admit that taking the high road isn’t always easy or realistic. Sometimes it’s easier being ratchet. We’ve all got a little bit of petty inside of us – even those of us who are kind souls. Regardless, I get it. I’ve had my petty moments of clapping back at people who did things that upset or offended me. And when I did clap back in a moment of disappointment, rage, or revenge, I felt good… but only for a moment. My flesh felt good, but my spirit felt off. And guilt would kick in.
I’m a Christian but I’m still human and naturally, I get upset about different things, just like anyone else. I’m going to take my perfectionist hat off for a moment and let anyone reading know that being a believer of Jesus doesn’t make you immune to feeling some type of way whenever someone says, does, or even posts something sketchy about you or aimed towards you or anyone else you care about. Believe me, I’m all for taking the high road but sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I’ve chosen petty. And felt justified doing so. A lot of other people who choose pettiness over maturity have likely felt the same way. Doing the right thing doesn’t come naturally to everyone, even those who aim to be well-behaved because again, sometimes it’s easier being ratchet. But if and when possible, do your best to resist the urge to be petty. You always have a choice. And while this won’t always be an easy choice, at least try to do the right thing. You’ve got this. 

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