DeletedUser20951
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A common thing to complain about is the weather, often as a small talk way of breaking the ice or finding anything to fill in the silence, but complaining, itself, serves an admirable purpose in most cases. It allows, when not directed maliciously at another in an attempt to cause harm, a rather benign release of resentment by the process of formulating coherent thoughts on the matter and then sharing them with somebody, or, in other words, "doing something about it" besides remaining mum on a subject, which increases feelings of isolation and powerlessness. Of course, for those who struggle with fixation, excessive, circular complaining can be an issue, but I still believe it is an act that is principally beneficial and why I frequently defend the right to voice complaints. Sure, looking on the bright side has its own perks, but when you're annoyed, mainly you just want to vent that annoyance, not be told to pipe down like some errant, idiot child that doesn't know any better.
In this vein, I'm creating this thread as an outlet for airing grievances, no matter how small, that one might have the urge to witch about. If you're like me (the horror!), you are well familiar with the magic of articulating that which shoves pins under your mental nails and dragging it out into the light to be drawn and quartered, too, where once addressed, the strength of the irritation dwindles, even blessedly disappearing entirely... until the next teeny stab occurs.
...And because I can't seem to be constant in anything, I can't actually think of something to complain about, presently, as the weather's been great, instead of the sweltering hellscape that was wrought upon this area last year. As soon as it hits the nineties, though, MY WRATH FOR THE HEAT SHALL KNOW NO BOUNDS.
In this vein, I'm creating this thread as an outlet for airing grievances, no matter how small, that one might have the urge to witch about. If you're like me (the horror!), you are well familiar with the magic of articulating that which shoves pins under your mental nails and dragging it out into the light to be drawn and quartered, too, where once addressed, the strength of the irritation dwindles, even blessedly disappearing entirely... until the next teeny stab occurs.
...And because I can't seem to be constant in anything, I can't actually think of something to complain about, presently, as the weather's been great, instead of the sweltering hellscape that was wrought upon this area last year. As soon as it hits the nineties, though, MY WRATH FOR THE HEAT SHALL KNOW NO BOUNDS.