The Complainer!

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I like to complain just like anyone else. It is a built-in mechanism that goes off when something doesn’t go right and that happens a lot. When it happens, I am in my problem-solving mode but not only that, I tend to pull my hair out and dig my heels in till I get it solved. The problem is, it takes time and I’m not very patient at times.

What do I complain about? Just about anything I guess. A lot of times it is done to let off steam and to relieve stress. Currently, it is about the world of politics. What is happening is unbelievable and to see “fascism” on the rise is horrific not to mention scary as well. Migrants have become the bane of society and to get them out at any cost, including lives lost, is nothing to sneeze at, it seems. I try not to get agitated but it is hard to do in today’s political climate. So, I complain a lot about that and since I don’t write as much as I used to, there is no avenue to vent that frustration then to let it simmer and boil! However, a few minutes out in nature and fresh air helps to calm the beast down!

The other things I complain about are just the normal day-to-day variety. Nothing significant but it does give the “stress monster” an upper-hand at times. A broken lightbulb that needs replacing, clearing snow from the sidewalk, my car acting up for no apparent reason, and a whole host of other things!

Small things that add up and when you keep adding fuel to the fire, it becomes worthy of complaining! I’m learning to tone the rhetoric down, step back and to reevaluate the situation, take a couple of much needed breaths and to move on from there.

Is it working? What do you think?!!

My Pet Peeve

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I would say it is men! The kind I’ve met on my forays into the dating world. The narcissists, the egoists, the two-timers, the ones who need anger management control classes, the control freaks and last but not least the emotionally unavailable men. These are the same ones who call me “complicated!” It’s okay because I wear that moniker with pride and I don’t let it get to me.

Where have all the good men gone? I don’t know but they are nowhere to be seen or found. I seem to attract the aforementioned types like a magnet and it never fails until the “nice guy” I meet turns into one of those above.

I’ve decided to do a timeout to find out what is causing this peculiar obsession with such men. This year, it is a definite work on “Tia” time before I head out again. I’m sure the “one guy” who is a perfect match for the “complicated” me is out there somewhere so I’m going to bide my time and let him find his way to me. In the meantime, nature keeps me company and the animal life helps to soothe that frazzled soul!

Daily writing prompt
What do you complain about the most?