I don’t complain about things. . . much. Or maybe I do.
But my complaining about things pales in comparison to my complaining about people. Like. . .
- I’ll complain that people are picky eaters.
- I’ll complain that people are bored.
- I’ll complain that people ask stupid questions.
- I’ll complain that people waste time watching TV.
- I’ll complain that people think they have rights.
- I’ll complain that people complain.
- I’ll complain that people. . .
And on and on and on. People aggravate me more than things because people can choose differently.
But still, it’s complaining. And I do it all the time.
It’s a mistake.
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