Of course we
all know what I like to call “the wrong kind” of complainer, those people who
pretty much exclusively complain about the same things over and over every day
until they have drained you of every single bit of compassion you might have
ever felt for them. These people are
energy vampires who herald their own powerlessness in the face of such
atrocities as “the DMV” and “the speed limit” and “the weather”. They don’t quite grasp the usefulness of
online registration, obeying the law or umbrellas, so they come up against
disasters on a regular basis, and this is not only exhausting to hear about,
it’s also catastrophically boring. And
the worst part for me, these whiners give complaining a bad name!
If at this
point you are wondering which kind of complainer YOU are, I will give you a
helpful hint: if you feel energized and
invigorated by your complaining, you are my kind of complainer! If you complain to people who actually may be
able to help you rectify the situation you are complaining about, you are my
kind of complainer! And most
importantly, if you also utilize the complaint’s oh-so-effective cousin,
criticism, then you are my kind of complainer!
Rejoice, you are impacting both your world and your blood pressure in
very positive ways!As much fun as complaining is, criticism is just that much better, because not only are you pointing out a situation that leaves a lot to be desired, you are offering a potential solution. For example, if your husband asks you where the mayonnaise is and you tell him (probably for the 400th time) that it is in the refrigerator, there is a pretty good chance he will assure you that he has already looked, because it is a fairly obvious location for this condiment. So you will go to look for yourself, and inevitably you will find the mayo just where it always is (or on rare occasion, slightly obscured by the ketchup bottle) and now you are faced with some choices.
Will you go ahead and make your husband’s sandwich, because you are up now anyhow? Or will you complain that you “have to do everything around here” and then make his sandwich? Or will you tell him that he is as lazy as he is blind and that opening the fridge is not the same as actually moving your eyes from side to side and scanning the contents, and then slam the jar on the counter and storm off? It’s up to you obviously, but I choose number three. Because as good as I am at complaining and criticizing, I might be even more skilled at storming off.
But then if I further offer the solution of moving one’s eyes from side to side when the refrigerator is open to scan its contents, I have now taught you a life skill that will serve you most excellently well. And how can this be a bad thing? Life has just potentially gotten a little better for us both, what with me not running wild goose chases and you with your mobile eyeballs (these come in handy for so much more than scanning for food, I promise you that).
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