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This is Not the Complaint Department
People complain too much. That’s not to say that I never complain, because I do. In fact, I’m complaining right now about people who complain too much. Ironic, huh? Not really. Because this is a different form of complaint. (Really, it’s not the same.)
I do complain about things, but generally I try to within the confines of my home, or to my husband, and leave it at that. I’d rather not make a spectacle of myself to other people.
It is fine if people want to complain every day of their lives about their houses, jobs, lack of jobs, illnesses, bad days, school, etc. They can go right ahead. I just am tired of seeing the same people complain nonstop about ever little not-so-terrible thing that may happen to them. I have so many frustrating things that I have to deal with on a daily basis, but I don’t go around looking for sympathy from people, and don’t expect anyone to care, so why should I complain? Things could always be worse, yet it seems people choose the most minute things to go on about, and quite frankly it irks me to no end.
I wish people would not complain about things for sympathy from the rest of the world. So as for my complaining right now, it’s not for sympathy. It’s for the sheer enjoyment of complaining about people. People irritate me. But some people will never stop, so I just have to remind them that their daily occurrences are not as important as they are believed to be.
I know this is a bit of a downer post compared to my others, and it has been a while, but the madness has got to stop!
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