I've come to the conclusion that complaining is "mouth-farting". If "diarrhea of the mouth" is when you ramble on and on with your talking without any kind of strainer on what you say, than complaining is like mouth-farting. I mean, tooting is a natural thing, we all do it, but no one really wants to do it in public or smell the toots of anyone else. Complaining is the same. Whether it be over big things or miniature-sized things that really don't matter at all, I'm sure we all have a zillion and one things we could complain about but who is really interested?! Really. It doesn't make you feel better to listen to it and sure it may be good to get it off your chest, but does it really make us better? I don't think so. My way around mouth-farting is to make a sarcastic joke about the situation. After all, if you can't really change the situation that happened then why not at least be able to make light of it and joke about it.
There needs to be a sarcastic font made.
Yesterday I had a really bad day, a day unlike any other day. It was a day in which the word divorce showed it's ugly head for a first appearance and it became a pondering solution to an ugly situation that was revealed. In what became a very ugly and very public argument that started at the steps of Hulk's Boxing and carried on well down the street, I totally let my opinion be known -- I hulked-out like none other. I was told by several people to "calm down" but it was a next to impossible possibility. Instead, I joked to them and said, "Oh I am calmed down. If I wasn't, you'd be picking up your teeth right now". I was of course sarcastically speaking but I wasn't exactly lying. I definitely was in fight mode even well into the next day too.
It'd be one thing if I were to vent about it here on my homepage but now my homepage is no longer a private page, reserved for friends and family. With over 200+ hits a day, I really don't know who is reading my homepage any more.
Does anyone really care to read my complaining anyways? No and that's the fact. It's like when someone asks you "How are you?", they don't really expect you to ramble on with details of exactly how you are. They simply expect a one/two-word answer. No one really wants to know the finer, exact details unless it's their couch you're laying on and you're paying them by the hour.
So yesterday was a hard day and it carried it's ugly self well into today but such is life. Life is what you make of it so I'm trying my hardest to make the best of a bad situation. I believe that there's good in bad but also bad in good. Am searching to find the good in this bad so that was my focus today.
It's not a bad life, it's just a bad day... I'll get over it.
1 comment:
People that care about you do care to hear your complaints. I like listening to others complain. I know it's a great way for them to get past it. For me, usually if I get the complaint out to someone(s) then I get over it a lot faster than if I have to stew over it alone.
I understand not putting it on your blog though. So many things I want to put on my blog, I don't.
I'm sorry you had such a bad day. :(
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