Scattered, random, rambling musings
Oct. 29th, 2009 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bee_yorkI feel like saying that nothing feels like it should, everything's right but it all feels wrong, so none of it makes any sense.
But life isn't what is could be or what it should be, it just IS.
I can't respect people who complain about where they are in life when THEY are the reason they ended up there.
Unless they can acknowledge it and are complaining about themselves. Then I guess it's OK. But what's the use of complaining if they don't do anything to change it? Is there any such thing as productive complaining?
Is there a difference between venting/getting things off your chest and complaining? There must be. But where does one draw the line?
My legs are absolutely killing me and I don't know why.
This is all too much, I'm going to bed.
But life isn't what is could be or what it should be, it just IS.
I can't respect people who complain about where they are in life when THEY are the reason they ended up there.
Unless they can acknowledge it and are complaining about themselves. Then I guess it's OK. But what's the use of complaining if they don't do anything to change it? Is there any such thing as productive complaining?
Is there a difference between venting/getting things off your chest and complaining? There must be. But where does one draw the line?
My legs are absolutely killing me and I don't know why.
This is all too much, I'm going to bed.
