Hung With New Rope

Complainers... new rope junkies, never satisfied sallies, people who the mere thought of hanging out with sends you running for the antidepressants... everyone knows one, some unlucky ones know two, and every one of them could use a lesson in being grateful.

Now, before you go all nuclear, let me explain myself. We all complain, it's in our gene code, like Levi or Wrangler. We put them on, have our little pity party, and then take them off because they are dirty. Into the washer and we come out smelling like daisies. Like that, we all need to vent. Job sucks right now, my sister is driving me insane, my back hurts... these complaints are human nature at its rawest, someone to listen and say oh you poor... or join us in slamming down whatever got us there in the first place.

I'm talking about the people who never are happy, always have something negative to say, and who, even if all their problems just disappeared would complain that all said problems just vanished. These people I like to call New Rope Junkies, (they would complain if hung with a new rope). It doesn't matter how good life can be, they just are never happy. For anyone, not even themselves. 

You ever feel too excited about something, call them and they will have you reaching for the happy pills. Earn some awesome promotion, they will remind you it comes with lots of responsibility. Get a nice chunk of money, they will tell you that you will owe a ton in taxes. Anything good happen in your life, you will get the speech... 'must be nice.' And sadly, it doesn't stop there. 

NRJ (new rope junkies) are the ones who wonder why no one wants anything to do with them. They panic, whine, and remind us of small children who need a nap and a bottle. You who respond with... well, you just don't get it... I'm probably hitting a lot of nails. Actually, most of us do. We all have pain, bills, trials, things that are just not in our control, but we also know complaining does nothing. If you hate your life, change it. Well, I can't. Then change your perspective. Look at all the others less fortunate then you. You ain't dead, stop acting like you are.

Take away this... complaining does nothing for anyone. Eventually people stop feeling sorry for you and start shaking their heads, rolling their eyes, and ignoring you. When Woe is me becomes your comma, your friends who really would stick by you until the end begin to search for happy pills to make hanging out with you bearable. So wash your genes, look on the things that make you happy (find some), and remember the finer points in life. Life hands everyone lemons, so pucker up, and go out swingin'. 

_Chesh

The tendency to whining and complaining may be taken as the surest sign symptom of little souls and inferior intellects.

Francis Jeffrey

WOW.... It's Been Awhile

Well, Gators, I am back.... and the crowd goes wild!!!! 

Yes, yes, I am a little too high on myself at the moment or in retrospect it could be the early hour, the coffee in my cup, or the fact its the middle of July and the temp is only 62 degrees... Fahrenheit for all you C people(you know who you be). Still, not too much has happened, well, that's a lie, but nothing that was life threatening. Wonderland is still hanging in there, though the Hatter is still missing in action. I think he had one too many drinks of that tea. 

In seriousness, I've begun another blog where my slightly less insane mind (we all know that I don't have a sane one) will dwell. I'll answer questions, talk about my thoughts on normal things (don't look so shocked), and do what I do best... ramble. This one will still remain open, though I had thought about getting rid of it... yes, I know... stop gasping. It will be my outlet as it always had been for my reviews, my rants, and the occasional... mind you... occasional trip down the rabbit hole. 

So, here is the link to the new page... you all can give it some love and I will be back... I promise because let's face it... I got to feed the Beast or she gets irritated and goes hunting, which is never a good thing.

Later, Gators....

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