Dan never let stuff get to him. He was never in a bad mood for long. It used to annoy the shit out of me, the way he’d smirk and chuckle and not take it seriously when I complained to him about his loud music or my broken fence. But now I actually kind of liked it. Admired him for it. I stewed over stuff for days. Weeks. I let myself get all worked up and overly aggravated, and let things almost consume me. I wasn’t good at brushing stuff off and moving on.
