
Daily Writing Prompt: What bothers you and why?
And before I started making a list, the length of the Shannon, I took a deep breath…
Because when I sat with this morning, the first thing that popped into my head was people who put empty boxes back in the fridge. Then I laughed, because of all the things in the world, that’s what I gave airtime to first.
But isn’t that the way? The small things get under our skin because the big things feel too heavy. So we fixate on the driver who didn’t use a blinker, or the cousin who still owes us twenty quid since 2009. Meanwhile, we’re carrying old hurts and stories around like Granny Frass’s battered shopping bag, things we should’ve let blow away in the wind years ago.
What bothers me today?
People pretending not to see what’s happening around them.
People who witness cruelty, injustice, or even just a neighbor in need, and look the other way because it’s easier. That bothers me because silence feeds the bully. And trust me, I know a thing or two about bullies.
Granny Frass used to say, “If you see a wrong and say nothing, you’re holding the shovel.” Meaning, you’re helping dig the hole someone’s about to be buried in. That bothers me. It should bother all of us.
But here’s the thing: once you name what bothers you, you get to decide what to do with it. Do you stew in it? Shout about it? Laugh at it? Or let it drift off like smoke?
So today, ask yourself:
What’s bothering me? Why? And is it really mine to carry?
Granny Frass would probably tell me to cop on and have a cup of tea. And you know what? She’s right. Some things are worth a fight. Most things are worth a laugh.
And some things are best left in the hands of the universe.

Leave a comment