Laughing at myself

I got a little irked recently.  I spoke with a friend last week about a situation and they made a comment about a red flag.  Hours afterward, I emailed to explain I was not blind to what they see as a red flag, and I explained why.  It was something I struggled putting into writing since it was a private matter.  I felt it was an important foundation for them to know about me.  I wrestled with myself whether I should send it or not and finally did.  Then I let them know I’d sent it and that it was of a sensitive and important nature — to me.  A week later they’re just opening it.  I love it when my feelings get hurt over stupid stuff like this because it shows me how attached I can get to nonsense that doesn’t really matter in the long run.  I love it when friends take something I hold dear and treat it like debris because it reminds me of the impermanence of everything. I’m serious.  If  I can’t laugh at it, I haven’t learned from it yet.   ”sall good.