I’m out watering the lawn on a day that’s hotter than a new bride’s breath with no relief in sight for the next ten days. I’m bitching to myself that I hate dragging hoses for the rest of the summer, poor me. Just a month ago I was bitching because it was raining 5 out of 7 days and wondering if we were ever going to have a summer. A couple of months before that I was whining because it was too cold and we were never going to have any decent spring weather.It dawned on me that as soon as I get what I’ve been whining about, then I whine about what I get. Thinking further, I realized I had a lot of company, and not just about weather.
So what is this? Do we just like to have something to whine about? Something to fill the blank spaces? “Gee, I’m lonely. I wish I had a ____friend.” That turns to: “Damn! I never have a minute to myself. _____ is always in my face.” " I have to work this weekend and I was going to do the barbeque for my friends." That turns to: I only got 20 hours in this week and I’m lucky to have beans and bacon. I’ll starve if I don’t get some hours in"
It seems like there is always something to bitch about. There is no place or thing worse than where I am, and no place or thing better than where I’m going.
So this is the bitch and whine thread. Share your last and current bitch. Remember, a perfect whine is the one where you wanted something, you have it, and now your complaint is getting what you wanted.
Well, of course SOME people never have a complaint. SOME people might be saintly, but I haven’t met one yet. So you’ve been gone for awhile? How are things in Denial?
Not telling. I can keep secrets… Going back in? Never mind where… Aren’t you off parole yet? Did you get PV’d again? You said you were staying away from her this time - last time. You need to let her go. Third PV is gonna get you if you aren’t careful.
I don’t think Anita appreciates you calling her a violator.
For the record, I have never said anything about Anita violating me. So, if you’re reading this, Anita, just keep doing what you’ve been doing to me. I am not complaining. Don’t listen to Tent. And I’m sorry he’s spilling all your secrets all over the place. A gusher, that one.
OoooH! she’s going to rip you a new one for this. Besides, I would never say anything about the handcuffs and the whip. A secret is a secret. Boy, are you in for it.
Don’t blame me! You drug her into this. As for the rest, shhhh. I promised not to say anything about the …ahhh, the… accoutrements of ummm, Social Mendacities… That’s strictly between you two…
Join the fucking club. It’s baby steps and no one has ever lived long enough to say I know everything. If we’re lucky, we end up leaving the illusion of knowing anything. But it’s fun bitching about every step as we find that our knowing is an endless ride on the merry go round.
I’m wondering if humans have always been this way – to this extent I mean - or if maybe it’s a more recent cultural phenomenon. Do we whine more now because of the constant media and marketing barrage of the “perfect life” that’s always just out of reach, that we could have, if only we had more of this, or were better at that [insert product or shortcoming of choice]?
We are bombarded with all that we don’t have – the fast car, the high-paying job, the perfect partner, the right look, the latest gadgets… we’re always chasing something. We’re encouraged to be dissatisfied with the way things are, rather than appreciating all that we already have.
Perhaps a consequence of having too much in the first place…
[size=85]An Indignant PS to JT and sangrain,
This repeated besmirching of my thoroughly virtuous reputation shocks and appalls me. If you must drag me down into the mud with your depraved and inglorious selves, at least get the facts straight, would you please? Whips are not now, nor have they ever been, my thing. If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times I do not do pain – blindfolds and feathers are so much more my style.[/size] [size=50] (As for the handcuffs…er…no comment.)[/size]
Not my fault. He started it, but I do like the depraved and inglorious part. After all, I have a reputation to maintain. Feathers… reminds me of the old joke: Know the difference between sexy and kinky? Sexy is with a feather. Kinky is when you use the whole duck.
I think whining is a fairly natural expression of the displacement between the self and the self’s image of perfection … [?]
Is that deep enough?
Honestly, with every complaint would seem to come an implied "I wish that … " attached to it. You know, you bitch about the weather and it really just means “I wish the weather was X instead of Y”; you bitch about your wife and you’re really just saying you wish you were married to Friedrich Nietzsche’s brain in Megan Fox’s body, etc.
Personally I do my best to avoid complaints at all costs. People who complain are the suck, seriously.
You just have to re-focus your attention on the next thing, easier said than done. That’s why more confident people bitch and moan less - they’re already thinking about the next thing, feeling secure in their ability to navigate whatever comes next.
Other people would rather bemoan the same loss over and over…b/c satisfaction is not as easily achievable for them, so once close it’s harder to bounce back after things go south. It’s almost like the difference between offense and defense.
You can concentrate on defending what you have, but why do that unless you’re not confident enough to just go out and get more?
Besides, I would never say anything about the handcuffs and the whip. A secret is a secret. Boy, are you in for it. 
Feathers… reminds me of the old joke: Know the difference between sexy and kinky? Sexy is with a feather. Kinky is when you use the whole duck. 
