And a disgruntled New Year
Complaining is a both a talent that I've been honing, and a habit I've learned to avoid, but I can't help but feel that a lot of people I know are getting it the wrong way around.
If you're in restaurant, and you ask for your steak medium, and it arrives bloody as a punch in the nose, you've found yourself in a complaint-worthy situation. Send it back; it's not what you asked for. Unfortunately, a lot of people, due not in the least to British politeness (read: British avoidance, aversion to confrontation, and lack of assertiveness) would just let this slide. I'm not saying you need to slug the waitress, just calmly explain that there seems to be a problem.
Conversely, complaining as a habit seems to be taking over some peoples lives and personalities entirely. Oh, the weather is shit, the queue is too long we'll be here all day, all of the x-factor contestants are shit this year (yes they are, but if it's pissing you off that much then why are you still watching the show?). It's an addiction that will eventually hijack every other opinion and reaction you've ever had.
So, don't get it twisted: learn to complain when it's called for, but don't get addicted. If you're worried you may be an addict, your friends are probably too polite to tell you, but I have no qualms whatsoever about telling you to shut the fuck up.
Happy Fucking Christmas!
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