We met again at some gathering, glass of wine in one hand, smile in the other. Suddenly, I remember – he’s a pain. Plumping the cushions of depleted compassion. I forged on, “How are you?” But he didn’t need asking, as I dropped like a stone into the wall of his endless complaints The government this, family that, employers hideous, colleagues frightful, money, money and money. He’s quite rich, of course – the poor know better than to complain about money.
For lack of someone to whinge to, I seem to have become a listener. I am interested in anyone’s story, for an hour. A friend is having affair to noisy celebrity who takes up so much room, he becomes a listener, he got really good at it. As years go by, he sounds like a tin kettle, while he’s an ocean. I’d like to be an ocean with Islands.
For lack of someone to whinge to, I seem to have become a listener. I am interested in anyone’s story, for an hour. A friend is having affair to noisy celebrity who takes up so much room, he becomes a listener, he got really good at it. As years go by, he sounds like a tin kettle, while he’s an ocean. I’d like to be an ocean with Islands.
“There are also people who don’t give a damn.” Said another friends.
“I’ve sat beside too many strangers at the bar and asked how they are, only to hear the whole sorry story. All I want to say is: "Shut Up! Everyone in the world has their problems, you think yours are more important than anyone else’s. It’s your self-obsessed bloody routine!”
“I’ve sat beside too many strangers at the bar and asked how they are, only to hear the whole sorry story. All I want to say is: "Shut Up! Everyone in the world has their problems, you think yours are more important than anyone else’s. It’s your self-obsessed bloody routine!”
But I don’t, because I am nice!
Serial whingers will always finds a way but they’re genuinely unhappy, because self-pity is a black hole that can lead to a terrible despair. The best antidote is working for others.
Meanwhile, medication and meditation have much in common – one pill won’t suit everyone, nor will just one from of meditation, and some people need both for a while. If nothing much has changed after trying one technique for a long time, common sense suggests trying another. Pills are easy. Getting to know your own mind is the hardest work in the world.
Serial whingers will always finds a way but they’re genuinely unhappy, because self-pity is a black hole that can lead to a terrible despair. The best antidote is working for others.
Meanwhile, medication and meditation have much in common – one pill won’t suit everyone, nor will just one from of meditation, and some people need both for a while. If nothing much has changed after trying one technique for a long time, common sense suggests trying another. Pills are easy. Getting to know your own mind is the hardest work in the world.
We all face trauma at some time in our lives, some more then others. For them, talking with an appropriate person forges a part through an almost overwhelming jungle. It takes enormous courage and honesty to do this, these people are titans.
We readily indentify depression, which can range from a life-threatening condition to revolving “anger without enthusiasm” while perhaps becoming more intolerant of passionate sorrow and grief.
Serial whingers are competitive. Try telling a whinger you’re busy. You’re busy! I am sooooo busy! I’ve got to blah…. blah… blah… And they’re off. You won’t get a word in. You can walk away from the phone, make a cup of coffee – they won’t even notice.
Serial whingers are competitive. Try telling a whinger you’re busy. You’re busy! I am sooooo busy! I’ve got to blah…. blah… blah… And they’re off. You won’t get a word in. You can walk away from the phone, make a cup of coffee – they won’t even notice.
How do they get away? How do they learn to change gears? How do you get them to listen to themselves?
Sometimes I get in first and say: Ok, you get three complains, choose your field – relationships, kids, money, health, politics or relatives. Go..!”
They love it! But then they have to listen to three from me…..
Till then
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