Chronic Complainers

I have reached a point in my life where I am out of patience with chronically unhappy people who spend all their time complaining about everything that is wrong with everything. I am not talking about people who struggle with mental illness or depression. I do not mean people who are living through truly horrible life experiences. I mean people who live the same sheltered and well cared for middle class American experience that most of us do, but cannot find one single thing to be happy or grateful about.

Once you get fed up with this type they are everywhere and I just find them exhausting. For most of us, life is full of problems and struggles, but it also has some pretty wonderful stuff going on too. And for cryin’ out loud, not everything is that big a deal, y’know.

I am a rescuer and I have to deal with that. I grew up in a home where depression was a major issue, many of my friends deal with depression on various levels. I frequently take it upon myself to “fix” them and make them happy. That is my own struggle that I have to deal with and I will continue to be there for family members and friends who really need me. Having said that, I refuse to continue to be a sounding board for people who refuse to take any steps at all to change their circumstances, but seem to enjoy reveling in their own unhappiness. It does not make you cool to see what sucks about everything; it makes you a drag. My life is too short and too precious to spend it listening to people constantly complain.

Enough.

*Note to my husband – I reserve the right to make an exception for our friend the Comic Book Guy because I know you will call me on it later. At least he and I can fight honestly.