My mother and hubby are always telling me to Stop complaining! and even on Facebook on a question I posted on my wall asking How well you know me: What is something I like? my brother-in-law replied: to complain. (It was supposed to be things along the likes of hippos, sunflowers, Bob Marley, my dog, etc.) but I have every right to complain given my circumstanmces and my reply to them is always, when they say that they’re tired of always hearing about it all the time is, Well, I’m tired of always having to live it!! I have always gotten the short end of the stick in life and I’m sick of it.
I’m tired of always having nothing but constant, non-stop ongoing SHIT. All I ever get in life is misfortune, hardship, bad luck, trauma, abuse, difficulty, struggle, rejection, pain, disappointment, failure, lost hopes and dreams, unfulfillment, unhappiness, misery, betrayal, loss, being outcast, always having to settle, never being quite enough, never quite making it, finding it, or doing it, always falling short, getting the broken, malfunctioning, defective second-rate second-class inferior goods of life, being picked last, never being anyone’s favourite, an object of ridicule and hate, bullied, broken, unloved, settling for less and never deserving more, never good enough, lacking, longing, hoping, dreaming, disillusioned, cursed, regretting, losing out, feeling an otherness, of never belonging or fitting in, of never catching my break.
So, basically, I always get the short end of the stick in life and I’m sick of it. So, I’ll complain if I want to. I’ve earned it. Even if no one else cares, it makes me feel better to vent.