First of all, you probably have a good reason to complain.
I do not. I grew up in a loving family, I was able to graduate from a university without any debt, I love my husband, and he makes so much money that I don't have to work. I have my own laptop and a pretty good internet connection. In no way should I be allowed to complain to anyone, but... I still want to.
Complaining is both bad and good. It can be honest or exaggerated, accentuating negativity, or revealing the positive aspects of life. Some do it too much, others too little. Do you ever complain out loud, and then realize that your problems are very small and easily solved? Or, on the flip-side, find that your troubles compound and get blown out of proportion instead?
I'd like to complain about the really easy day I had. The only useful task I've accomplished is folding laundry, even though the kitchen is a stupid mess, with carrot peels left on the counter. I sat on the couch and watched animé all day. It was a weird show, so I'd only give it a C+. Some tv shows are like my mind lately. Too vague. The shows I've watched lately are not focused on concrete subjects, but on abstract concepts, like love, and they waste time with bad attempts at comedy and little to no plot progression. The loves stories aren't that good. They fail to draw me in, but I watch out of boredom. It's unsatisfying, like my life since I graduated.
After that, I was asked by the sweet Sister Missionaries from my church to attend a lesson with them at 6 p.m. I agreed, since I had nothing better to do. Now, Washington state has a cool breeze going, but does that reach you in a car? And will the air conditioner at full blast keep away the heat? Of course not! So my clothes stuck to me, and the house they told me to meet them at was so hard to find that I got lost several times, got caught up in the traffic going to the freeway, and was 20 minutes past the time I said I'd be there.
Why do they have those yellow islands that make turn lanes impossible?!?! Don't they know that it's insanely difficult to find a place to turn around as it is? "We're sorry, you cannot go where you want to at this time. Please drive a few blocks, and try again." Not to mention the commuter's traffic was at its height. It was a pain. I hate driving. I called them twice, but they only called back after I got back home. The man wasn't even there. They want me to go back with them later tonight. The third trip down there, yay!
It's not very far, and I'm not busy. How can I say no? They won't be off the clock when it's over like I will, however. These girls do this every single day, and they're so cheerful. Is industry, or service, the key to happiness? Probably. Purpose. Making the most of life, with purpose in your actions, and the joy that comes from serving your fellow human beings, that sounds happy, no?
You know, before I got up this morning, I wrote a To-do list, and intended to follow it. Am I allowed to complain about how my choices have made me the pathetic person I am today?
My sweet husband will probably come home soon. I'd better clean up those carrot peels now.
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