on delightful complaints
and miserable games
I like to complain. A lot.
It’s not so much that I seek out things to complain about.
When I’m experiencing an 'oh shit’ moment, making a game out of complaining is a lot of fun.
When I was cleaning the chainsaw bar oil, slushy water, beach grit, bark and scraps of surfboard wax from the spare tire compartment of my car all I could do was complain.
This is awful.
My hands are so cold they hurt.
Everything about this is gross!
I whined, muttered and bellyached the whole time.
I made a great game of coming up with new ways to complain about how terrible the task was that I faced and how much I hated doing it.
I contorted my face in strange and amusing ways.
In doing so?
I made myself laugh at just how pathetic I was.
You’ll likely face an oh shit moment sometime shortly. You’ll be uncomfortable. You explore something that is yucky, gross and down right dreadful.
Complain creatively as you take care of business. Delight in how creative your complaints can be. Revel in your disgust. Brag to your…