I Like to Complain

Well that title sounds a bit much.  I don’t like to complain about everything.  I try looking for the good in situations even when they are headed downhill.  If not my mind spins round in circles and I don’t accomplish anything.  I feel helpless and insane trying to do it all.

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(During the most stressful part of the summer at my job.)

But in life there are times when I have no control.  I do my best in these situations but sometimes the best means complaining and screaming without making a sound.  My health, work requirements, attitudes of other people, the ending to a movie I thought I was going to love…All of these things are so annoying.  I just need to complain sometimes and let the stress out.

Constant complaining isn’t a healthy coping skill but just a bit is fantastic stress relief.  It saves me from some very bad coping skills of the past.  Lucky for me I have some good friends, family and a smiling Hunni who will listen…most of the time. 

Complaining does always need to be horrible.  It’s a way to get things off my chest.  I mumble under my breath on the treadmill, on a walk around the neighborhood, or furiously typing letters at work.  Other times I share in a pre-established gripe session with friends…setting a time limit keeps it to a minimum.  Writing in journals, on Oh Life or sending myself emails help get it out of my system quickly and I can destroy or delete them if I want.

Sure it may seem like complaining is useless.  But used sparingly it is a decent coping mechanism.  Sometimes in the midst of a complaint session I realize things aren’t as bad or as unchanging as I thought…they are added to my list of things to work on.  And I go back to working on things I can change.  That’s where I want to focus my energy.

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