just another step
I'm a complainer.
It's not a bad habit or a thoughtless act; I deliberately complain. As terrible as this sounds, I find myself creating excuse after excuse for it. Ultimately, there is no valid excuse. Because, in my book, when someone complains, it should be something worth listening to. With me, I complain about useless things like the weather (110 degree weather? What? Why is Dad making us hang the clothes out here when it's that hot?), the way our family acts (I hate it when you yell, and why can't you guys ever stop and listen, you all are brats, stop nagging!), our living conditions (This sucks! RV's weren't meant for six people, Mom! Tell me we're going to move soon...) and even politics (I'm so tired of people getting on our President's case when they're no angels themselves). It goes on and on and on...
When I keep contemplating all the verbal dirt that comes out of my mouth daily, I feel disgusted and disappointed with myself.
Politics? Why am I worrying over fickle people in these parties I don't belong to? Stupid me. Where we live? Please, we've been in worse. There are no nasty bugs crawling all over. And we live in an awesome neighborhood with awesome people. My family? I should be grateful they love me. No abuse. Just love. Weather? *laughs* Huh, well, I guess I should just be thankful it doesn't get too cold here.
I can watch TV, go on the Internet, escape. I can laugh. I can speak, understand and listen.
It's not a thoughtless act, but I think it's getting to the point were it's heartless. When I complain, I chip away something from both myself and the others around me. Why am I obstructing their view of our lives further? I should be uplifting them, not depressing. So, yeah, I'm working on it.