Numero uno: complaints.
OMG I can’t stand to hear people complain. With the exception of only a few things. 1) When it’s something someone hasn’t voiced and just need to get off their chest. 2) When an injustice is happening. (A real injustice.)
Jim Carrey said something interesting on Driving in Car with Comedians with Jerry Seinfeld. It’s basically a one on one interview show where Jerry is the host and they get in old cars and drink coffee in obscure coffee shops. Jim says that in life we are all so caught up defending our “little me” (ego) that at the end it will be a welcome relief for most people to just stop fighting.
There are many, many, many wrongs in the world. I can’t and won’t get caught up in them. If there is something I can do I do it. If there is an opinion wanted I give it. If there is something I think needs to be said I try and say it. But overall to be truly happy in this world it takes looking at the positive, being grateful for what I have, enjoying my life to it’s fullest….in whatever format that presents itself.
And complaining just takes all the joy and sucks it away. Sometimes it can be cathartic but mostly it just seems attention seeking or narcissistic or born from boredom and lack of ingenuity. I get once in a while. Sure. We all have off days or moments but overall, constant complaining just points to lack of awareness of the good that surrounds you.
From simple things like air and water to relationships and comforts, things of beauty and splendor. Anyone can complain. It takes zero effort or energy to find something to be dismayed about in the world. But the real joy is in finding things to focus on that bring you happiness and delight, that brighten your spirit and put a sparkle in your eyes.
I just never see a point to complaining, which is why I really try not to. And since this is my stance and friends and family know this as soon as I even try to complain it’s usually put right back in my face. Lol. I guess that’s a good thing. I am allowed my own pity party once in a while and I can complain and cry til the cows come home then. When do the cows come home anyway?