Why is everybody complaining? I do not mean to complain, but I cannot help but notice how insane everybody in my life is for spending more time complaining rather than giving thanks for what they have. Complaining is almost a minute to minute effort. I believe that we spend more time complaining about the mundane and useless in our lives rather than what really holds importance. The breathe, sweat, and hurt feelings that come from complaining, are just not worth it.
I work with folks who complain about working when there are people in our community that cannot make their payments since they have been unemployed for several months. I have friends who complain that their girlfriends or boyfriends are too nice to them, when most people deal with domestic abuse everyday. I have had siblings complain about cold water, when I have a classmate who doesn't have running water for use of showering.
I hate it. I really do. And yes, I am complaining. I do it all the time, also. I just know when to quit. But sometimes not as often as I really should. For example, walking into work today, I was doing what I call passive complaining. I was not smiling, was bitter, and was trying to do whatever I could to make people feel sorry for me. But wait.
Feel sorry for me?
I have a job, a damn well brand new car, a very stable family, a great education, and friends that smile when they see me. What the fuck am I complaining for?
Believe me, I asked myself this question. But my next question was: How do I get out of this sappy attitude? I hate it, I really do. I do not want to mope and whine, but it is difficult for somebody to go from angry and resentful to happy and welcoming.
I know we've all tried it, but with negativity being so easy to fall into, it is really hard to stay positive. Just think about it: Being negative is easy. Staying sheltered and closed in is much like a mental and emotional protective barrier. When you are happy, you allow everyone to see you for who you are.. But most of the time, people like seeing you, because people want you to see them.
When you start seeing people, you discover why you have no reason to complain. I bitch about working six hours and only making $40 in tips, but my co-worker is a single mother with three children making the same amount. I am a nineteen year old, single, no kids, living with his parents. If I had been thinking rationally, I would have been spending less time complaining about how many dollars I brought in, and more time being thankful that I have what I got; thus looking less like a spoiled bastard.
Bro. Nobody cares that your boss is making you put the truck up. You're getting paid $11 an hour.
Seriously. Stop complaining. You are making yourself look like a child when you do it. Only children complain about what they do not have, especially when they never attempted to earn what they desire in life, be it money, a relationship, or a new car.
The ones who get what they want do not complain. It is as simple as that. Could you imagine Eric Clapton complaining? No? The man sings the blues. He even write a blues song about the feelings he held when his four year old son fell fifty-four floors to his death. But he is still succeeding as both a man, and a multi-instrumentalist musician. But I'm complaining about my life because I can't find a chick that will help me get laid, or stay up late because I have to wait tables at nine in the morning. Forget it, I am done complaining.