Complain @ MindSay

There are times when I need to talk, to get something off my chest, complain or just state my opinion. I have a lot of personal friends here on mindsay and I would rather they not know about some of the things I am going through.  I have another mindsay blog but I created this one for the purpose of talking things through and to remain annonymous. If anyone wants to comment on what I have to say or offer advice it will be much appreciated. 

"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.