My God, people love to complain. I'm beginning to feel that some would complain about free money. Or the Fountain of Youth (not cool enough, wish it were carbonated....). I guess it's a function of wishing everything in one's life was perfectly created with them and only them in mind. Not wanting to learn anything new. Resistant to change. A perennial victim.
When I came across this poem again it made me smile and then made me laugh. There is a limit to how much complaining we're willing to listen to. Especially from those who are most privileged...
I remember in years past when someone in the family complained too long we'd all look at each other and someone would say, "I finally had to close the lid."
Always trying to find the fun side to things.
There are exceptions where complaining might (might) be called for. Mostly around things you have no control over, at all. Like the weather. A meteor hitting your house. Volcanic eruptions. Maybe extra long flight delays.
A camera button in a place that you don't like? On a camera you'll likely never buy? Some poor choices you've made that came back to bite you on the butt? Not bloody likely.
