You ever know someone who complains so much that it is pretty much a second language?
Like they do things they don't enjoy or in a way that ensures they have something to just complain about for days. They manage to have friends yet complain or talk about them all behind their backs. Then because they have nothing else to talk about, they start throwing their family under the bus.
Every single little detail of the person's life gets wrapped up in this web of ungratefulness and resentment, and guess who is coming to eat today! And every day! The complaint spider!! Always hungry for more too!
This puts it best:
Optimists see: A glass half full.
Pessimists see: A glass half empty.
Chronic complainers see: A glass that is slightly chipped holding water that isn't cold enough, probably because it's tap water when I asked for bottled water and wait, there's a smudge on the rim, too, which means the glass wasn't cleaned properly and now I'll probably end up with some kind of virus. Why do these things always happen to me?!
that little tid-bit is from here
Like they do things they don't enjoy or in a way that ensures they have something to just complain about for days. They manage to have friends yet complain or talk about them all behind their backs. Then because they have nothing else to talk about, they start throwing their family under the bus.
Every single little detail of the person's life gets wrapped up in this web of ungratefulness and resentment, and guess who is coming to eat today! And every day! The complaint spider!! Always hungry for more too!
This puts it best:
Optimists see: A glass half full.
Pessimists see: A glass half empty.
Chronic complainers see: A glass that is slightly chipped holding water that isn't cold enough, probably because it's tap water when I asked for bottled water and wait, there's a smudge on the rim, too, which means the glass wasn't cleaned properly and now I'll probably end up with some kind of virus. Why do these things always happen to me?!
that little tid-bit is from here