"Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind." ~ Rudyard Kipling
To say that I hate to hear people complain about anything would be a mild understatement. And yet, I wonder if that statement doesn't make me sound like a complainer.
Does complaining about complainers make me a complainer?
I've always felt that people who complain must have small brains since they only seem to be able to focus on the small picture. They are virtually unable to look beyond their immediate circumstance at a much larger issue and any possible positive actions.
I mean, I always try to find the good in any situation.
And certainly, I always consider how I "get to do" something rather than "having to do" something.
If nothing else, I practice patience in every situation and I most certainly never burst into a profanity laced tirade simply because I am inconvenienced.
Who am I fooling? I rarely do any of those things. I'm a complainer.
The reality of my denouncing demeanor was on full display last night in, of all places, the drive-thru lane of a local McDonald's. Tired and grumpy, I decided to launch a Big Mac attack on the nice young woman who's only job was to collect my money for the large fries, small coke and bottle of water that I had been waiting impatiently for now for the last twenty minutes.
There was no greater purpose for my mindless yammer. The reality is that I'm a complainer. I am one of those people that I despise so much.
There's nothing wrong about complaining about complainers unless you are one. Then you are a hypocrite. Oh dear God, this is getting worse with every word I type.
Based on my new reality, I think that I need an adult advent calendar that has a different kind of chill pill behind every door that I open each day.
Be Well.
Bill
