COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT: A Golden Opportunity to Vent
What really ANNOYS you?
It's OK. You can say it. Go ahead, speak your mind. Complaints are accepted here. No need to hold back.. Just tell us how you feel. What makes you angry enough to scream?
Should you choose to pose as a Saint or long-suffering victim of the stupidity of others, stop reading now. Have someone take your pulse or pinch yourself but just get real. When you think you're ready to join the rest of the world, you may resume reading.
Let's lay the cards on the table. No hiding or faking and by no means must you sugar-coat anything.
Everyone hates something. There is that thing or two that annoys you to no end. You know it, I know it and as hard as you try to cover for it, it's there and you can't fight it.
Investigators of law enforcement have a stock comment they use when interrogating a suspect who's beginning to squirm under the stress. "C'mon man, you'll feel better if you talk about it, just get it off your chest."
Frankly, in terms of that prodding by police detectives, it is not in your best interest to spill your guts. If you don't know this by now, it's a damned shame. There is a real, serious, vital basis for how and why the Miranda Warning was created. During a police interrogation, this is no time to get anything off your chest. Without a single doubt, you will NOT "feel better."
We're going to discuss the benefits of purging about all those annoying people, activities, behaviors and even noises that have the habit of driving us up a wall and back down!
Free those pet peeves.....feel liberated
There's plenty that ticks me off. They may not all be major life-altering issues but they're enough to seriously annoy me. Enough to remind me I need to practice tolerance, take up yoga, deep breathing or some such self-controlling activity.
A Universal Annoyance:
Aggressive, rude drivers. Driving along abiding the laws, here comes Charley Crazy right up beside you. Exactly what is his point and does he actually believe anyone cares to know? We have all encountered the lunatic who nearly run us off the road, speeding far beyond the limit, weaving in and out and kicking up stone. They lay on their horns flash nasty looks and flip the bird.in an incredibly immature effort to expose their anger...as though WE, are somehow violating their rights or driving on their private road. I don't get it. I also don't appreciate it.
But please take heed...we need to fear road rage. It's a seriously scary thing and I steer clear (pun intended). Alas, as much as I might fantasize stepping on the accelerator to fly past this jerk, maybe taunt him with my brake lights....I would not actually make this foolish mistake..
Therefore, not only do these morons succeed in bullying, we must also tolerate abuse for the sake of being a smarter more civil individual. Hey, patience is a virtue. Be the better driver.
I hereby lodge a formal complaint against nasty drivers everywhere and curse their continual ability to evade the cops. Just being able to verbalize this makes us feel better. Right? I mean, wouldn't you agree? There is a lot to be said about getting it off your chest in a civil, private manner.
By the way fellow-often-pissed-off-driver, don't even try to convince anyone you have never cursed, audibly or otherwise, some of the most gruesome verbiage that would curl your mother's hair! Don't forget the sign language you've used either! We other drivers see you as we cruise on by. So there.
In some parts of the country, largely in big cities where traffic is constant, busy and crazy, road rage is a very serious issue. We've seen it on news reports and in the newspapers. People have been known to lose all control, become involved in threatening verbal confrontation and worse, physical brawls. Tragically and much too often, these situations can result in serious injury, even death. Yes, this is quite an outrageous price to pay for the unnecessary loss of one's temper due to incidents on our roadways.
Wild Children, Comatose Parents
You would be hard-pressed to find someone who loves children more than I. Yet I don't deal well with brats allowed to spin out of control, especially in public places.
Those darling, screaming, sassy brats, who have been unleashed by negligent, lazy parents, while maintaining an unfazed attitude at all times. Kids? What kids?
Yes, I raised children. I know it's a tough job. I also know it's easier if you do it while awake.
I recall being in line at a salad bar, deciding what to choose when two precious little boys wiggled (shoved) their way in front of me. Angel number 1 proceeded to stick his grubby little hand into the bowl of garbanzo beans and toss a hand full across the bar at Angel number 2 who was ready to retaliate with his fist full of sunflower seeds.
I stood back a bit and looked around for the owner of these rascals....any conscious adult who might confess to knowing these two aspiring thugs.
I realized 98% of the restaurant was watching the antics in horror. The other 2%, I guessed to be Mommy and friend at the far side of the room chatting away in total oblivion of any terrorist activities.
A cease-fire seemed imminent. Just that moment, Mom and friend rise to leave, summoning the kiddies. These sweet angels rush the table and yank their jackets, only to topple two sodas with ice that spill to the floor and splash onto a peaceful lone diner.
Culprits out the door, the restaurant falls silent in post-storm calmness.
We could only hope the kids were in the car before Mom pulled away
No, we can't blame the little darlings. They are the result of many a missed moment to learn, the proper ways to behave. It seems that knowing this sad fact only adds to my disgust. What's really worse than wild children is lazy parents without a clue.
The things we complain about the most of course, are things we simply have no control over. Did you know this? It's true. It would stand to reason then that it also does us no good to complain about an issue we cannot fix.
Oh, but the sheer pleasure of releasing the pent up angst. The purging of our stress to be able to rant to a friend about the jerk who cut you off in traffic or the woman who jammed your Achilles tendon with her shopping cart, then laughed and just said, "Oops!"
These are but a very few of my favorite annoyances. I'll continue to hate them and try to control my reactions. I will also continue to unload my frustrations on those who will listen and empathize. I suppose all this ranting could eventually get on the nerves of our listeners.
It seems best to choose a different friend to complain to each time. We dare not become the subject of complaints.
We have rights, people. A right to speak our mind. We have an obligation to save our sanity. Stand tall and be brave, my friends. Purge those demons. The whole world is listening.
You'll feel better if you simply talk about it! Gripe on, Americans!
Do NOT mess with Grandma!!!
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