I’m an inveterate eavesdropper, I think that all true students of humanity are, and today I overhead what was to become the penultimate straw in a suspended judgement that I’d been trying to withhold from dropping on one of my fellow students. Yep, she’s a whiner, among lowest of the low.
I understand that everyone has bad days, but in all of the, now numerous, times that I have heard this individual open her mouth; I have yet to hear anything come out that wasn’t words of woe delivered in that high-pitched and ever so aggravating tone. She was complaining to another student as I sat revising a section of this story that I’m writing in the minutes before class, but the ultimate straw was when she interrupted the flow of class on the pretense of a very shaky relation to the topic at hand, and in the course of the ensuing lamentation managed to announce that she’d been offered a free flight and lodgings in Greece for the summer. When even this news came out in a near wailing tone; I almost puked on the floor.
Take a long hard look at human history and you’re going to come across instance after instance of nearly unmitigated suffering. There are times when life just sucks, this is true, but for the love of all that is pure and joyful in this world . . .
STOP WHINING!!!
Honestly, it accomplishes nothing but the annoyance of every sensitive set of ears in the vicinity. It’s a return to infantile behavior, and I’d like to carry around a baby-bottle filled with vinegar to wedge between the lips of everyone who engages in this sort of nonsense in my presence. There has got to come a time when you outgrow this behavior, and yet by listening to these whiny-ass individuals we’re only reinforcing the legitimacy of their horrendous behaviour. Decorum and decency have their place in polite society, but rebuffing obnoxious elements only helps society, and said obnoxious individuals, in the long run.
The only thing these whiny savages stand to accomplish is to attract attention, and have others participate in their little pity-party which is only reinforcing the general sense of melancholy that started them whining in the first place. So the next time someone starts whining around you . . . shut ‘em up, I know I’m going to.
Ahh. . . I feel better. . . Now I can continue with my day, which, diatribe aside, is going wonderfully. Just remember, unless you’re laughing too, the jester is laughing at you.