Sometimes I feel like all I do is complain. But it's not my fault that people are so blasted irritating. It's not my fault that they've exceeded my crap tolerance for one lifetime.
Sometimes I know I have no right to complain. Things could be so much worse. I'm fairly healthy - most of the time. I still have a brain that works - most of the time. The little voices inside my head don't really bother me - most of the time. Except ....
Sometimes when they tell me I'm ungrateful for the blessings I have. When they tell me to suck it up and stop my whining. They don't really bother me then, it's just that
Sometimes they tell me I can't. And that I never will. That I'm too old and I wasted my youth waiting for some time to happen. That I'm too stupid and it's too late to learn now. That I'm too short, too wide, too too.
Sometimes I just like complaining.
1 comment:
I like your blog..I've been reading them for at least a good hour.
They are very entertaining. Some are very heartfelt. They are genuine and just plain, dare I say the word, "cool."
If you get a chance, feel free to check out my blog. www.letmewashyourfeet.blogspot.com
I know what you mean about the job thing. I am having faith that Jesus is going to deliver me from mine some day too. I believe in work. Hard work. But just ask Him to help you until He gives you another opportunity for something differnt.
Keep blogging :) :)
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