Some complaints

People I know. Some have ridiculously rigid opinions about everything. Others are just too fussy. Others are just weird and I don’t understand their opinions at all. Some talk about their children all the time. (I know. I talk about my children all the time, and I used to even more.) Some people try to get you all worked about something, and then it turns out that they are mad at someone else, and what they really want is to get you involved. Uh, no, thank you. Or they have some weird issue and they are looking for an ally. Also, no.

Other people’s complaints. Some people complain about the most ridiculous things. Sometimes they complain the most when they’re actually happy. Then you feel like you’re ruining their happiness if you try to fix whatever they’re complaining about. Really, they are just happily complaining. Don’t try to stop them. Do hide in the shrubbery when you see them coming if you’re not in the mood for pointless complaints. (Contrary to what you are thinking, this is not me.)

The gym. I wish Robbie ran the fitness class instead of Al — his instructions make a lot more sense. He leaves you with a number of exercises that you understand and can do and feel like you’ve gotten somewhere. Al just makes you do all these pointless things like exercises before you get out of bed in the morning. Really, he could just say — wiggle around a little bit in the morning — and leave it at that. I just want to do things that will make me stronger, plus more flexible, plus fitter. I don’t really want to think about it. I do like Al, though, which makes me feel bad about wishing Robbie would come back.

My foot hurts and I’m hungry and I’m cold. The good thing is that I have a fleece. I will put it on.

See? I complained, and I fixed, and now it is done.

Also, I think lunch may take care of the hungry problem. Which may, in turn, take care of all the rest of them, too.

All right, then. Feeling better already.

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