Complaints About Complainers From a Chronic Complainer
and the cycle continues again and again
I was standing in line at Mcdonalds (yeah…i know whatever man) with my mom because I was starving real bad. We decided to go inside because the drive-thru line was something vicious. Shit…even the Sheriff was trying to score some Mcdonald’s.
The kiosk inside was super convenient because I rather not talk to the employees. If I don’t have to talk to strangers, I consider that a successful day. I do not like to talk to strangers, this is a part of me that you all will naturally associate with me.
After ordering our food, my mom and I stood in line. The inside was nearly as busy as the drive thru. There was a kid throwing a happy meal box up in the air gleefully. Over and over again. Annoyance did cross my mind, but it wasn’t my business truly. It did annoy me that when the girl and her parents left, they let the happy meal box just lay on the ground. Littered.
The point was, I was already getting a bit overstimulated. There was noise in the area, a bunch of people waiting in the lobby, and my stomach was growling.
The way my anxiety manifests…it internalizes. I can lack patience, but you wouldn’t clock it unless I wanted you to. At this point, it was maintained. Who cared about the wait? There was no need to rush to our next destination. My mom right next to me was driving me up a wall.
Sometimes, I have to walk away from that lady. If I internalize, then she exercises the full mile. Casual conversation with her is manageable, but when her nerves are bad it’s like she cannot stop mentioning it every other second.
She kept constantly complaining that the orders were taking too long, how her nerves was bad, how she was never gonna do this again, blah blah blah blah.
So I walked away from her for a moment to get her to shut that shit up!
Much love to my mom, she is my rock, world, heart and whatever other cheesy shit you could think to list affection. She gets on my damn nerves.
I realized from this interaction that I’m tired of people who complain excessively. This comes from a chronic complainer. The pot calling the kettle black.
Do not get me wrong, I respect the average person that has to complain. You know, get it out of their system real quick. What I can’t deal with is having a lot to complain about back to back. Standing in line with my mom, she had about 5 complaints and 5 minutes didn’t even pass yet. You’re doing too much!
Just like I walked away from her complaining, I’m walking away when a conversation I have with people is just a complaint fest. I do not care enough to hold your complaints dearly to my heart. I do not care as much as you do, nor should you care much about my complaints either.
Excessive is the word of choice here. Generally, I’m a bit more encouraging for people to get that shit off their chest. There’s no way we should have to hold it all in and fend for ourselves all the time. What I won’t allow, is for you to dictate the conversation and leave it full of complaints. That’s too much negativity that you want me to digest all at once. What happened to the fun of it all? How can we distract ourselves safely from the negativity that consumes us? Better yet, how do we find a solution to our complaints? Is there one?
I’m not throwing a big F U to complainers. As I said, I’m the pot calling the kettle black. I’m making a post that’s essentially me complaining about other people complaining too much. Here the world goes round! Generally, my complaints get resolved shortly after I complain. One of the occult systems told me that I’m a manifesting generator or some shit. I don’t study that practice, but I was told that complaining is how I get resolution most of the time. Sometimes, I want to reframe that narrative, redirecting it towards being open about issues I’m currently having will help me find resolution quicker than dealing with it on my own.
My entire point is this: our entire conversation cannot be you spewing all these complaints in my ear with no type of reprieve. In highschool, I told my friend to shut up and she shut up! Why? Because it was a field day and she kept complaining about the assembly and how it was boring and there were better things to do. BITCH! It’s a free day where we ain’t doing no work! We had a free day to just talk and vibe with each other, but you rather sit here and complain the whole entire time because it doesn’t meet your expectations. Miss me with it. It was high school, not the county fair.
I gotta put myself first! I don’t want to hear all of that! I understand if you need to vent, let some steam off. That’s different in my head. But to excessively complain is beyond me. I want to actually enjoy the conversations I’m having with people. Our casual conversations should not be me listening to you complain the majority of the time. We didn’t even establish it being that type of conversation in any form. I’m walking away every time because that truly overstimulates me.
Y’all be trying to max me out! I can tolerate a lot, but there’s something about a person overly complaining that grinds my gears. Peace be with you all because everybody else can get that shit out of my ear!
BYE!