Why do we get so much enjoyment out of telling people how busy we are, how hard we work, how little sleep we got, how people disappointed us, or what went wrong at the restaurant or auto shop?
I understand the need to vent or get sympathy from others, yet this type of complaining often becomes our conversation MO.
Is it because we don’t have anything else to talk about?
Do we think this gives us some type of status in the brotherhood/sisterhood 0f whiners?
Is it because we think other people don’t have enough frustrations of their own?
Whatever the reason, complaining only adds more unrest, emptiness, and static to our already crowded lives.
When we decide to bring “music” instead of noise to the world, our conversations might sound more like this…
“I was thinking about you today and how glad I am that you are in my life.”
“Tell me the highlight of your day.”
“Have I told you lately how proud of you I am?”
Want a better payoff?