It’s almost 7:59 am and I already feel like I’ve gotten a bazillion things accomplished today. I love this feeling 🙂
Yesterday I was thinking about how much I hate people who complain all the time. Nothing makes me more horrendously irritated than people who complain about the studpidest shit in the world. I think I’ve talked about that before. I’m going to do a little experiment and see how long I can go without complaining (let me be clear – without complaining outloud.)
I was challenged last night, although I thought I’d officially start today. Last night I went running with my friend Tiffany and her insane spastic dog. Well, her dog got my legs caught in the leash and I have this rope burn on the back of me knee that swelled up and started stinging like crazy. Since it was right on the back of my knee it makes it painful to bend my leg (awesome.) So I remember the whole “not complaining” thing and after my initial outburst of every curse word I knew I kept telling Tiffany that it was fine, I’ve been through worse, it’s not the end of the world. She was of course apologizing constantly, but I did the best I could not to complain even though I could. Because really, what does complaining accomplish? Nothing. Will it help me feel better? No. Will it help anyone else feel better (Tiffany)? Not at all. So by choosing to not complain, even though I might have a right to, it makes things better and I went home feeling nonchalant about my knee and just iced it. There’s bandages on it today, and I can’t take the stairs for a few days which is sad, but I’m not going to complain about the things I don’t like in my life because those aren’t the things I should be focused on.
Now, what about when it comes to politics? Can I sit here and complain about this oil spill, and everything that’s going wrong in the Gulf Coast? Is it okay if I just bitch and moan about how our environment is potentially effed, and how we’re killing all these animals and wildlife and millions of people are still enslaved and millions of women are beaten by their husband, I can go on and on about things I could complain about that don’t even effect me. But that’s still not accomplishing or helping anything.
And to put the icing on the cake, here’s my inspiration:
I can’t figure out how to embed videos or anthing so you’ll have to click on it!!!