I complain a lot.
I complain about schoolwork, about my family, about my lack of a life, and sometimes anything that inconveniences me. And you know what? That’s okay. Because we, as humans, need to complain every once in a while – otherwise, all of our stored feelings of anguish and grief (no matter how pitiful they may be) would stay inside of us and cause our hearts to hurt, and eventually, rot.
But, like almost all things in life, there is a limit. When people constantly say things like “I have so much homework, I’m going to kill myself!” or “School sucks, it’s ruining my life!” or “Why don’t I have a boyfriend, I’m 16 already, my life sucks!” or any other expression of discontent over trivial matters, I get frustrated.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s okay to say those things sparingly (as in, at exceedingly rare times). As long as you are actually aware of how lucky you are to even have homework, to go to school, to be able to access the internet to post those things, then I understand. We all get stressed out sometimes.
However, if you are incapable of seeing beyond your petty complaints, then I highly suggest you get your head out of the gutter and take a trip to Africa. I’m not kidding. Despite how cliched the conditions in Africa have become – as in, “Don’t waste food, there are starving children in Africa” – the suffering there is still so horrible and transcends anyone’s first world pains.
I’m not angry with people who make a lifestyle out of sadness, I just abhor seeing them waste their lives whining as opposed to striving to reach their full potential. Especially certain high school students, whose obsession with getting into the best colleges and scoring the highest on the SATs is starting to scare me… but more on that in a later post.
Where has writing this post gotten me? What has it accomplished? Nowhere, and nothing, unless you count catharsis. This exemplifies how pointless complaining is. If you’re truly feeling down in the dumps, I recommend running or reading or going out with some friends for a while – because it’s better to be actively sad than to be paralyzed by one’s problems. And hey, who knows, maybe the sadness will simply vanish after spending a little bit of time on something else.
Thoughts? I hope everyone is having a wonderful three-day weekend, yesterday I played Mario Kart upside down while eating peanut butter ice cream with my best friend. It was really fun. Unfortunately, as always, I am inundated with homework, which I am going to start after publishing this post! See you guys next time.
*I wrote a mini-review of Edith Wharton’s Ethan Frome, it’s only a paragraph so I didn’t feel like cross-posting it on here. Here’s a link to my thoughts on the novel if you want to read them.