Complain @ MindSay

The last couple of weeks have pretty much warn me out a little, but I know I'll get used to becoming tired during the first portion of the week.  At least I enjoy my job and it couldn't have come at a better time.  I won't be getting a full pay check until the 28th, but I'll be getting one that will help out the holidays on the 14th.  A couple hundred dollars extra never hurt anyone.

In other news, I'm confused.  Just so confused.  And hitting that point (ya know, the one I hit every so often) where I believe life ought to be fair, but it isn't.  A couple of days ago, I found out that Tabetha is due on June 20th with her second child.  Her son is barely six months old.  I felt it was unfair to my nephew for not being able to get excited that he's going to be a big brother because he won't understand.  I even feel it's unfair to me because, well, I just seem to always get jealous when I find out somebody's expecting because I want to feel that joy of motherhood and the anticipation of bringing a new life into the world just as much as any other woman would or does, but I can't feel it because my doctor says no or Josh says no and tells me that adoption is another option to consider.  Why do I have to resort to adopting?  Why can't I be normal and go through a normal pregnancy and go through a normal delivery?  Simply because I'm not normal, that's why.  Guess it's been about a year since I lost the baby and I hate the fact that I start feeling the way I do during certain times of the year.  I try to ignore those times but it's extremely hard to just act like nothing ever happened around this time of year just a year ago.  Wow, it has been a year.  I remember it so well.

I guess I just complain a lot which is one of many reasons why I can't see why Josh can even put up with me.    

"All you do is bitch!" 

 

Environgirl  said this to me once.  I couldn't stop laughing because she delivered the line much like Joan Crawford would. She denies that she did, but believe me when I say I expected her to pull a wire hanger out of her bag next.  Later, she amended that sentiment when she met someone who truly complained about everything under the sun.  She told me at least I bitched about things of significance. (At least in her opinion they were significant)

 

Personally, I can't stand it when people complain about things they can't do anything about or when they complain about the same things over and over.  One example would be, when you're on vaction with a group of people and one person is constantly complaining about the heat. This drives me bonkers! Yes! We know...it's hot! We're in Florida in the middle of July and we've been here for three days! We've established that its hot! Damn! Go sit your miserable ass in the hotel and eat a popcicle or something!

 

I'm sure that it is in some people's nature to be negative.  To them a silver lining doesn't exist , or if it does it isn't that shiny. People have the right to complain about whatever they want. Hell, I'm complaining about complainers.  People have the right to bitch and moan until the cows come home or until the second coming of Christ. However, I reserve the right to say:

 

They will complain of physical hardship, these sons of the pioneers. Not for long; once they rediscover the pleasure of actually operating their own limbs and senses in a varied, spontaneous, voluntary style, they will complain instead of crawling back into a car; they may even object to returning to desk and office and that dry wall box on Mossy Brook Circle. The fires of revolt may be kindled - which means hope for us all.

 

every night before i go to sleep my cat comes up on the bed and licks my hand.  he's done this for god knows how long now, and i love it.  i don't care if he's just conditioned to doing it now because i pay so much attention to him after, but i like it a lot.

i've decided not to use capitals anymore.  maybe i will every so often, but for now, i really don't feel like it.  puncuation is still important, though.  spelling is too, but i've never really been good at that now have i?

i did have something to write about, but it's slipped my mind for now.  maybe i'll remember later, but not now.

i don't want to jinx it, but i may slowly be getting back my marks in school.  i'd like to think i am, but who knows, i'm probably just fucking up more.

i hate it when i complain because i sound like an asshole, but i can't help but doing it.

like a bad habbit that i can't get rid of.

she's like a fucking fly that just won't die already.

i'm like a fucking hopeless kid who can't move on already.

who knew.

 

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Just remember, you didn't get this from me or OneWalrus.

I'm hoping someone sends me a sordid message... my e-addy is all over here.

 

Here's one I wrote to myself:

 

From: rojombre@gmail.com
To: all female readers
Subject: "I truly apologize..."

Dear Mrs. Lucky,

I'm not sorry at all for neglecting to put the toilet seat down. I was on my knees worshipping your shrine and thought I'd ask Dave to help me with it tomorrow.

So I'm thinking about how crazy your family is hoping you don't make me wear The Outfit. Please, just forget about it.
Forget about the money you owe me and we'll call it even.


Love,
That guy