OK, this may be a bit hypocritical, but I am complaining about complaining. I hear complaining at home. It is justified. My husband is in pain, chronic pain wears a person down.
Then I get to work. I am in a communal office and I hear complaining ALL D@@# Day! True, it is usually from just one person, but still – complain, complain, complain.
Now, here I am – complaining.
I love to just sit with my dogs or my cat or my horses or my mule. I scratch and hug them. They never complain. They softly purr, or snuggle up close, or nicker – I feel my battery recharging with every second. (Notice I did not say Gertie Goose. She is a lousy snuggler but a champion complainer – but, after all, she is a goose.)
Sometimes, I just want to scream – STOP COMPLAINING! STOP VIOLATING MY EAR HOLES WITH YOUR NEGATIVITY!! I don’t. Instead, I just listen quietly. I try to understand. People are in pain and frustrated and just trying to cope.
I am also going to try to learn to be better – So, that’s it. I am done complaining.