No complaints day

I have this friend, Marlyn.

Now I dearly love Marlyn. At least I did until she invited me to participate in a No Complaining Day!

I responded to the invitation by complaining that I couldn't possibly give up complaining.

I love complaining. Complaining is cathartic. It points responsibility toward the person or issue that has annoyed the complainer. I mean who wants to be responsible? I don't wake up that way. I wake up into someone else is responsible, maybe wrong, certainly the problem.

 Among us grumpy old men complaining is sort of a daily ritual - seeing who can come up with the best complaints, the most dramatic complaints, maybe the complaints we've so far haven't yet voiced, and that when newly shared, are instantly recognizable by all the other geezers! That's sharing at it's best!

Sorry Marlyn. Giving up complaining is worse than giving up sex - as though that's an issue anymore.