Sometimes I want to complain about stuff and then I think of all the people starving and without fresh water in countries and I feel like I'm a dick for complaining and then I think that's not fair because I'm a person and this is my existence and then I think I am selfish for even thinking about it and then I realize that this sentence has gone on way too long.
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I blame my second husband who is a very nice guy. Too nice - he was always depressed about the state of the planet and whatnot. He left his career as an engineer (hee hee that's sorta poetic) and became some sort of yoga zen master somewhere. At the time I found him tiresome for feeling the weight of the world and now sometimes I catch myself doing it and well, obviously it's all his fault. And who knew that shit was contagious?
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And all of this because I wanted to complain about the eviscerated mouse I found in my garage this morning. There was a head and then a partial body from the chest down with guts all spilling out. I have no idea where the shoulders and forearms ended up. Maybe Barney ate that part. It was really gross. I should be able to complain about that. I guess I just did.
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Barney ate the good stuff and left the nasties to you. A cat is a cat is a cat...
As for complaining, you have the right. Sure some places have no water, but that doesn't make your problems any less of problems.
Complaint guilt, I get that too. But whining, if it isn't excessive, can actually be good for the mental health. Ah, poor mouse: "Wee sleekit, cowerin', timorous beastie ..."
Jazz,
~~So mouse shoulder is the good cut?
Ian,
~~I can use all the mental health help I can get!
I am also like that when it comes to complaining but I don't feel guilty about it. I think of it as maintaining my inner peace........but then I'd probably scream at a mauled rat corpse.
There's a fıne lıne between a healthy rant and mopey "Oh, why ısn't the world dıfferent?" stuff. I see a place for the fırst and want to slap the second whıner.
I have read numerous studies of universities running "thankfulness" tests/research. One in particular I remember, they took a given number of students, and for a whole week or month (don't remember which) half of the students had to keep a journal and note everything they were thankful for and appreciated. The other half had to do the opposite, complaining about everything that annoyed them. At the end of the week/month, the thankful group had a much improved positive outlook on life, while the other group was actually considerably more depressed and sullen.
Thanks for reminding me of this!
Barney was just leaving some yummy mousie for you too. What a generous kitty! :D
That half mouse does sound gross and you have every right to complain about it. Who wants to wake up to THAT??
I often do what you do and think there are bigger fish to fry or bigger problems out there in the world, but we live in our own little part of the world and there are times we just need to vent over what bothers us. I do it on my blog every now and then and it actually makes me feel better. Hope you feel better now, too.
I loved this complaint, and the entire blog. Clint and I are 6 hours through a 12-hour drive, so I just read the entire thing to him. We both laughed.
LGS,
~~Scream? But you are a squirrel and they are your cousins. Oh, maybe that's why you would scream.
Jocelyn,
~~Not being a slapper myself, I found it easier to just divorce him.
Carole,
~~That explains alot! ;)
Ily,
~~I'll feel better when the trash is picked up tomorrow. It stunk up the whole yard even sealed in a baggie.
GnightGirl,
~~The entire thing? Certainly not my whole blog? I'm glad you guys laughed. That's a great compliment because I can tell you guys know how to have fun!
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