When I Catch Myself Complaining
And I really do complain about everything.
My absolute core being and natural inclination is to verbally voice my disdain when something doesn’t go to plan.
This happens when my current situation gets worse, or an annoyance presents itself, or something becomes a minor inconvenience — and it’s not even necessarily how I actually feel. However, I’m still saying the negative words.
It’s almost like an involuntary reflex.
For years it’s made me look bratty, ungrateful, hostile, and I’m just going to say it, unattractive — it’s not a good quality.
Talking about problems constantly, without a solution or a spin of optimism, makes you sound like a twat — I know this because I’ve sounded like one for years.
But if there’s one quality I know I have, it’s self-awareness.
And it becomes an inconsistent and confusing clash of realities when I’ve also been described as positive, optimistic, happy, and motivational.
Am I a complainer and an optimist?
You can’t be a positive serial complainer, right?
I always chalked it up to “wearing my heart on my sleeve” — my Turkish roots, so to speak.
