My Life
... spent bitching and moaning
My mother told me I should stick to my strengths. My friends have told me that what I do best is complain about things. So, I seem to have spent most of my life bitching and moaning about everything in sight, but at least I do a pretty good job of it. Of course, my mother also told me that if I don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all. I have never figured out how to resolve these two seemingly contradictory pieces of advice. But, in the mean time, I'll just stick to the bitching and moaning.
Most of my rants aren't ready for prime-time viewing, although a few have been posted on this site.
This is not to say that I am an angry, bitter person, although I have spent most of my life being one. I think I'm not as angry as I used to be, because I found the secret to a happy life:
It is far better to be happy
than it is to be right
If you don't believe me, just think back on the last time you were right about something (and as a consequence, everyone else was wrong), and think about all the time and energy you wasted on mulling over it. Who needs this kind of grief? You don't believe me? Well, you win; I'm wrong about this.
This new philosophy has served me well -- to the point that my biggest problem now is all the time I spend thinking about all the times in my past when I was right, and mulling over how angry that made me, which in turn makes me retrospectively angry at myself for wasting so much time being angry. Life is complicated sometimes.
But, even though I've found at least one trick to help me let go of things that make me angry, it doesn't mean that I've forgotten how to bitch and moan about things. After all, skills aren't something that should be thrown away lightly. (And, what a tortured image that is.)
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