I don't know what it is

I've had this really big issue with people complaining lately. I'm still not perfect at not complaining, I don't think anyone is; it's a part of human nature, or at least a part of human's that has been ingrained for so long, it seems natural.

I know I just wrote a blog about this not too long ago, so a lot of what I have to say right now is just reiterating everything I've already said. It's complicated to explain how this change in how I view complaining has occurred for me. I think, the simplest way to put it is I have people in my life that fall on both ends of this spectrum. I have people who lead relatively privileged lives who feel the need to complain about the most minuscule things. And I have people who have been to hell and back and through it again, but they don't ever utter a single complaint. I think meeting the people who fall into the later category have made me reevaluate how I talk about things that are bothering me, or how I look at life in general. And I don't mean it like, "Oh look at this person's crappy life, I should be grateful mine isn't like that." Someone said that too me once and I was a little offended and I didn't know how to respond because that wasn't what I meant at all. It's just made me aware of how reliant I was on this form of outlet, and how easily complaining can be taken advantage of. I do not need to unburden myself of my little problems by whining about them to someone else. I can either keep it to myself, or do something about it. That will always be the case, no matter how big or small the problem.

I guess what I feel toward the people who I'm indicating "have every right to complain, but don't," is a form of admiration. They have mastered or are born knowing something that is very rare - complaining gets you no where so why bother? Yes, talking about your problems and seeking help or guidance or just someone to talk to is one thing and I think everyone should see that as an option, but that's something entirely different.

I think I'm going to be taking a Facebook (a medium where I observe a lot of this groaning and moaning) break soon. I've finally reached the point where more of what I see on there is bothersome than entertaining or informative. I think my time could be better spent elsewhere.