The tendency to whine and to complain may be taken as the surest sign of a little soul and inferior intellect.
Was this written for me? Hmm. Francis Jeffrey you’re very mean.
The Metro’s too crowed, I struggle to breathe and I crib. The weather’s shitty, I cry and I crib. Classroom fans don’t work, I sweat and I crib. Too much traffic? I curse and I crib. Shitloads of papers to read? I procrastinate and I crib. And if I run out of water? I feel thirsty and I crib…O this list has no end.
Tell me, is this quote a jibe at me? Err, yes.
I know I’m guilty, but hear me out, please? In order to live up to my blog name, I’ve decided to let go of some nasty habits. Yes, you guessed it right, I’ve decided to put an end to my incessant, constant, non-stop, useless complaining.
So, when I go back to college in two days, I’ll not crib over stuff I can and can’t control (I’ll occasionally vent, though). I read somewhere that you cannot complain your way to a fulfilling life. Let’s test this saying, shall we? Let’s see if I can build a happier me. Let’s see if you can build a merrier you.
P.S. Notice that venting and complaining aren’t the same.