I don’t like to complain…too much.
I like to complain way too much.
That’s just how it is.
That’s just how I am.
What…now I should complain about that too?
Complaining is one of life’s great pastimes.
“Why
does it have to snow…on a Tuesday….”
“Look
how flimsy this shovel is….”
“The
sun is way too bright in the morning….”
“These
eggs are too runny….”
“This
bacon is too crisp….”
“That
waitress looks at me funny….”
Of course one could make the argument that I’m not really
complaining at all.
I’m just sayin….
Just observing the miserable situations and conditions I
have to put up with every single day!!!!
You know?
Just sayin….
Of course the opposite of complaining is to take some sort
of action—any action—to correct the intolerable situation.
One could accept that the weather and short order cooks are
beyond their immediate control.
They could move to Florida or, even better, Hawaii.
Change diners….
Or complain…which I suppose is an action unto itself…one
would say.
The thing about complaining, though, is that it doesn’t take as much
effort as all the other choices.
I can complain in my sleep…and I’m told I often do.
“I
can’t believe someone put cats in my suitcase!
This is the worst dream I’ve ever had!”
Can you blame me?
Who wants to listen to that...
all the time?
Again…I’m just sayin….
I mean have you listened to the quality of other people’s
complaints.
Pretty poor if you ask me.
Just sayin….
And that’s the thing…if you complain all the time…about
EVERYTHING… you devalue your legitimate complaints…like the one about that
woman on the local news who talks through her nose.
Or— too many of my Mallomars are
lopsided!
Or—too many people on TV wear
purple!
Or—too many trees are too tall...and have way too many leaves!
All legitimate complaints.
All important issues that hopefully will be addressed by the
people I wrote those letters...to.
So I’m not just sitting here complaining…I’m doing something
about it.
I’m waiting for the other people to do something about it…if
they ever take the time to read my letters…which they never do.
Just sayin….
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I have to say, Brian, that I am totally in awe of your very impressive profile and simply love your witty style of writing. You've come a long way since I knew you when you were 6 years old.....just sayin
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pami! You should have seen me when I was 10...I was rockin it! I assume it's you. We need to get you a Google + or AIM profile. Something... Anonymous creeps me out...sounds like a ransom note....
DeleteIs this better?
DeleteI think it should be Pami....
DeleteIt is just so refreshing to welcome all your wry, slightly cynical retorts that neutralize the gushy emails that regularly invade my inbox. Keep on complaining.
ReplyDeleteWell, I kind of just did with Pami, up above...
DeleteThanks, Joan. I can never complain about you.
Slightly cynical? Hmmmm...I guess I better work on that.
Just sayin....
Only when you retort on the Zombies and Vampires. Robots too.
ReplyDeleteI fully support all observations on the loss of standards. 'I mean, Is it me?' or what?
ReplyDeleteIs it me or what? Are Joan, Pami and Anonymous related? They look so alike. Just saying... I'm not one for carping. Someone has to speak up about these things.
ReplyDeleteSo you're basically saying all us "mericuns: look alike to you Brits....
DeleteWell actually, I resemble Betty Boop on a bad hair day. But I am not related to her or Daisy Mae or Mammy Yoakum.
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