Complaining

 I used to be a 7th and 8th grade teacher like 13 years ago. When it was hot, kids would just complain. They’d complain like he or she was the only one who was hot when in reality we were all hot. I don’t like to complain. Complaining is as useful as anxiety. The last time that I complained was when I was a child. I was outside in the sun dressed in all black and I was complaining about how hot it was. I guess I was being annoying (surprise, surprise) and my mom turned the hose on me! I started laughing and I NEVER complained again.

I used to manage restaurants and no matter what, servers would always find something to complain about. There’s a big difference between airing a grievance and complaining. I just find complaining super annoying. In the movie Dodgeball Patches says “Son, you’re about as useful as a poopy-flavored lollipop.” 

Complaining is about as useful as a poopy-flavored lollipop. My situation leaves less than to be desired, imagine if I complained about it. Not a thing could actually be done about it and I would have just wasted words on it. Complaining is ultimately useless and I just don’t understand why it’s done.