Well, let me start this one with a mea culpa, for I too complain. This little note itself might be a complaint. But I'm discovering that we might just be a big bunch of whiners, if we're not careful about our words.
In this age of super quick communication, be it a facebook post, a tweet, an email or phone call, it becomes essential to keep that internal filter finely tuned. I regularly receive emails or texts from friends that are just one big laundry list of complaints. Barely even a hello. I've even had a friend text me about roadkill. Really?
I don't mean to be crass, I do care about my friends, and their various trials and tribulations. And I can dish it out, goodness knows I've had my days. But to what end? By sharing your random list of woes, does it become more bearable in a misery loves company sort of way? As a result, do we become more callous when something really tragic does happen? "ya ya, you got your leg ripped off. what else is new?"
Could you imagine if we did the opposite? Spread a little more joy or humour than grumpiness? Or at least a combination or it? Perhaps we need a maximum complaint quota per day, either given or recieved. "I barely slept, I burned my toast, my car was out of gas, I was late for BEEEEEP - we're sorry, you have run out of whine for the day. Please hold until tomorrow. Thank you, have a nice day."
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