Let me clear you of a myth – complaining does not make you well-liked, intriguing, or fun to be around.
I feel the urge to complain all the time. There are so many small things that can get on our nerves, and frequently our first reaction is to complain.
Someone cuts you off while driving. Fuck him. The line at Chipotle is miles. Seriously man? I’m just trying to get a burrito.
Dude, everyone’s just trying to get a burrito.
Complaining makes it seem like your life is miserable.
I want life to be filled with tears of laughter, light-heartedness, and fun. Any time someone starts bitching about the little things that, you know, make up life I think to myself, Oh, another one? How long must I listen to this person’s negativity?
Everyone has little problems. It’s how you react to them that determines what kind of person you are.
So I have a challenge for you. Be the light when everyone else tries to bring darkness. Be the stroke of positivity in the group that shit talks someone behind their back. Don’t participate. Don’t complain. It will only make people not want to be around you.
Two more things: one is an actionable step for a positive lifestyle. The second is an admittance.
The actionable step. Get a rubber band, and put it on. Next time you complain, snap it against your wrist, and switch it to your other wrist. Your goal is to make it to twenty-one days.
Now, you can do the twenty-one day challenge. I find having a goal in the beginning of anything helps. But now I just wear the rubber band as a reminder to stay positive, as a reminder to not complain.
Now for the admittance.
When I write these posts, they’re always a reminder to myself. Do this action.
Now, just because I write these posts doesn’t mean I perfectly follow what I preach. Everyone has their off days. I for one, was with my girlfriend today and we were getting some last minute Chipotle before I headed back home from her university. When we rolled into the college town Chipotle lot, all of the spaces had a parking number and a sign that said to pay at your nearest pay station.
What. You want me to pay money so I can go spend more money on food, are you fucking kidding? And my girlfriend had already paid for my parking just so I could visit her this weekend. Basically, I just kind of started going, Fuck this, fuck that, this college town bleeds you of money, damn.
In my defense, my rubber band of positivity had broken the night before.
So there’s that caveat – I try my hardest to be a positive person who doesn’t complain, not even for the smallest thing. But everyone fucks up.
Everyone loves positive, kind people. And living life, everyone has so much to complain about nowadays. Frankly, I wonder if people ever get tired of being so down in life. How much endurance it must take to complain constantly, about even the most trivial things.
Please: be an oasis of happiness in a world increasingly surrounded by dour pessimists.
Be the person who when your name is mentioned somewhere, the words, Oh, Alex? Yeah, I freaking love that guy, inevitably follow.