Welcome to West Texas.
I have noticed I complain a lot. Usually about little things and minor inconveniences. Truth be told, I’m generally not even very annoyed. I am just complaining.
I complain because it is windy, too cold, too hot, too wet, too dry, too bright and too dark.
I’m going to be late and I can’t believe how early I am.
I have insomnia and I slept too much.
I complain because people are driving too fast to suit me, or they won’t get the lead out and move out of my way fast enough.
People talk too loud and I need you to speak up because I can’t hear you today!
The seam on that sock rubs my toes, so I am going to put it back in the drawer because I never want to wear it again.
I complain because I have a drawer full of socks that I hate and I can’t find the ones I like.
My flight is too early unless it is too late.
The dogs won’t settle down or all they do is sleep.
I don’t want to talk on the phone but why have you not called me?
I don’t know how to fix the problem, except when I notice I am whining about something inconsequential, I try to stop and remind myself that I am working diligently on having a better attitude.
One would think this reminder would be appreciated. One would assume I had simply forgotten to be more gracious at that particular moment.
Unfortunately, ONE would be wrong. I find myself annoyed and complaining about myself reminding me to not complain so much.
It’s exhausting! I simply can’t fathom why I can’t just chill out and prance around grinning all day. It takes real effort to be this negative all the time.
I think perhaps I suffer from the affliction I see so many others struggle with. Contrarianism.
I am convinced some people (including me at times) complain for the sake of complaining. Frequently the object of our disdain is not even something we feel all that strongly about.
Tonight I am surrounded by falling ice. It’s cold outside and I am exhausted from my day at work. I could sit here and bitch about any number of things. I could also sit here and focus on the good things. It’s my choice.
I’ll probably do both.