Enough With The Complaining Everyone, I’m Tired Of Hearing It!

 

That’s it I am officially putting a moratorium on all of the complaining (or kvetching as we Jews call it). I will listen to my family complain, I will listen to my friends complain but someone tell me when it became acceptable for people you barely know (are you listening Starbucks counter person, dry cleaning lady and others) to just spew complaints about specifics and life in general to me? Well I’m not having it! Enough with the complaining everyone, I’m tired of hearing it! – Don’t Get Me Started!

I get that not every day can be the “best day ever” for all of us but I long for the times when you would ask someone how they were doing and they would say, “fine.” No one feels the need to put on a brave or even happy face anymore and it’s getting on my nerves big time. When someone asks me how I’m doing I will invariably say, “Living the dream!” True sometimes I may say this in a sarcastic tone but for the most part I don’t because who wants to hear my problems, right? Well, apparently the cheese stands alone on this one because it seems that more and more people (who by the way are supposed to be in the service industry, remember service with a smile? I do!) are apparently miserable and they’re looking for that “company” that is talked about in the old adage, “misery loves company.” Well look somewhere else because you’re not going to find it here.

I have found that I dread going into my dry cleaners because the woman that does the alterations (a woman who does not possess the gift of mental editing) and the counter woman are the puffiest dark clouds you’d ever want to NOT meet. So yesterday when I walk in I notice that it’s really nice inside the place, a cool breeze is blowing and I figure that I should mention how nice it is. Before I could finish my sentence the bitching started about how yes, it was cool now but it’s only because they started the “blowers” before the clothes were delivered because if they don’t do that then there’s dust all over the clothes and so the clothes need to be cleaned off before the plastic bags go on or they have to suffer in the heat and blah, blah, blah. I don’t care, I don’t want or think I need to know these things so please keep it to yourselves or I may explode on the spot.

Then there’s the whole “Monday” dialogue that seems to some to be rote at this point for some. To the Starbucks Manager after he asks how my weekend was and I offer my perfunctory, “Fine, how was your weekend?” His response is almost always, “What weekend?” as he tries to sort of laugh to disguise the fact that, I don’t know, he’s whining like a small child? In this day and age with the current economic situation, those of us who have a job need to repeat the mantra, “I have a job, I have a job, I have a job.” Yes Miss Oprah, we’d all like to chuck it all and “follow our bliss” but some of us also need to be thankful we can afford food and shelter and are still getting a paycheck. So while I get that some may be holding onto jobs that they really don’t like or aren’t thrilled with, please if you fall into this category just keep it to yourself.

It truly is all about editing. The people who feel the need to vomit information like some sort of volcano don’t understand that the mental ashes they leave behind after spewing are just as toxic as the real thing. I get that people are unhappy but what I don’t understand is the constant barrage of unhappiness that we’re spewing at one another. I can’t change the blower system in the dry cleaners and I don’t make the schedules at Starbucks so by all means people, pull yourselves up by your Ugg bootstraps and let’s get on with our lives in a more positive way, shall we? Or perhaps I should be more specific, if you choose to crawl around in the muck and mire of unhappiness please just stay the hell away from me. I have no interest in you, your problems nor do I find them interesting or you interesting because you have so many.

Look, anyone who reads my blog knows that I’m not some sort of Pollyanna and what really pisses me off is that all these bitchy people are turning me into one. If only to try and sort of counteract the shit storm these negative Nellies are putting into our universe. I’ve spent my life quite happy to just sort of tip the glass over while people debate whether it’s half empty or full but now, thanks to these kvetches, I’m busy talking about how great the glass is in the first place and that just grates on my nerves no end. Enough with the complaining everyone, I’m tired of hearing it! – Don’t Get Me Started!

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Amber 5 years ago

God bless you. Fuckin' A. And, as Grandpa always said "Can't complain, don't do any good." Really, plain old courteous small talk. Do you REALLY have to take a freakin' class in it to be able to do it. If so, we're in worse shape than I thought. You go, Scott.


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Earth Angel 5 years ago

Just ask them if they would rather be in Japan right now!

Blessings, EarthAngel!


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somelikeitscott 5 years ago from Las Vegas Author

EA - What?!? Perspective??? No, don't like it, can't have it, must kill it! ;)


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d.william 5 years ago from Somewhere in the south

Well, now that i have finally gotten around to start reading your articles, i must say, i find them exciting and exhilarating. Funny, earthy, and riveting. I did visit your art gallery and am again impressed. I will be pushing your wares as much as possible. Good job, and i look forward to reading more happy words from you. dw


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somelikeitscott 5 years ago from Las Vegas Author

d.william - Thank you for your comments, greatly appreciated as I am a very large fan of your work. I cannot tell a lie, the artwork is from another Scott I know, Scott Ward, he was just gracious enough to allow me to use his work on my site. To see more of his work visit www.scottwardart.com

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