what's your theory on complaining? I think it's largely cultural. Some are conditioned to hear it and do it from an early age, it becomes second nature, what people do. Others, like me, fear it admitting to complaints will someone create a favorable environment (think mold in a petri dish) for one's complaints to multiply, exaggerate and effectively take over all your waking moments. On the other hand I do believe that once in a while it's the right thing to do to admit how you're feeling. If you don't you risk alienation from "who you essentially are" which is nearly as horrible a fate is being covered in self-pitying mold. That said, what are my complaints?
There are physical complaints, aging complaints, "hey, how come I'm not famous" complaints, complaints about the people I'm around (lover, kids, friends), complaints about the culture, complaints about discourse (the culture again), complaints about the weather, complaints about the lack of meaning in life and how religion won't solve that, complaints about Hollywood, Wall Street and Washington... what have I left out. I know some writers get empowered by "diving into" their complaints, but I still fear them. Perhaps that's why I'm not famous, I don't have the guts to really "go for it" in terms of how shitty I feel.
I do understand how people get hooked on drugs, from Oxy to meth. I understand how people get hooked on sex. I understand how and why people get fat. I understand why people want to, try and some succeed at suicide. I am surprised more people don't commit suicide. Really. Perhaps it's fear, distractibility, and "my friend, the TV" creating inertia. Whatev, eh?
It's funny once you get to my age you realize you're going to "check out" in medias res, with the world still arguing, evolving, on the brink of one kind of disaster or another. It's perspective. You'll never really see the "end" of anything, no debate, no issue, no philosophy. Even war. One ends, another starts. No wonder people instinctively projected the "ultimate end" of the world (nuclear war, et al) and continue to create scenarios of finality. How frustrating to realize how relatively unimportant we are (yeah, yeah, you survive in memory.. so what?), just flotsam and jetsam of the time flow. Yes, and that's beautiful (people) especially if you're stoned which is why pot should be legal even though I haven't had it in decades. (LOL).
So there you have it.
I wish a miracle would happen and convince me to believe in a religion.
I should stop reading about Heaven's Gate maybe.
