The (Chronic) Complainer

This is seriously not a good time to be writing a blog. The weather isn’t sunny enough to go out so I had decided to stay in and catch up on Young & Hungry. But when would life go as planned? The Leader sent me a "friendly reminder" text message that it's my turn to post something on here. Her timing is completely off.

Writing a blog isn’t a good idea. It is so time-consuming. And why would people want to read what we write? None of us is a writer. The Leader came up with this idea because she said we needed a place to keep all of the group's memories and a place to look back when we're old. As for me, my life is so boring that I doubt you would find anything interesting to read (I'll be surprised if you actually read up to this point). Plus, writing is too difficult. It hurts my brain and fingers (and my back, too!). I still remember those lengthy research papers I had to write in college. It was not fun then. It is still not fun now. Such a pain!

The Complainer. That's what people call me. I don't think I complain that much. And, hey, be honest! Don’t we all complain? About the heat, the weather, the food, the girl who wears hot pink head-to-toe or that professor who lectures in monotone. Seriously, I can’t be the only one. We say things like “the weather is too hot”, “the food is cold”, “that shirt looks ugly”, “it’s too difficult” all the time. The people who are too optimistic are so unreal. C’mon. How is it possible to live without complaining? Life isn’t perfect.

I don’t mean to complain. Well, sometimes. But I really just want to express my feelings. Like when we visited Death Valley, the heat was so overwhelming that it melted my ice water. I only say the truth and the obvious that everyone avoids saying. This one time, the group went to an all-you-can-eat Korean BBQ restaurant. According to The Planner, it was a highly rated restaurant which had 4 stars on Yelp (lesson learned: don’t trust Yelp!). Even our picky leader approved it. Turned out, and I’m not complaining here, it was disastrous. The space was so small for a Korean BBQ restaurant that it became a complete smoke house; I smelled like a walking BBQ restaurant days after. They sat us down and let us know that we only had 2 hours to eat. Fine! But we had to wait 30 minutes every time we ordered food. It was all-you-can-eat. That didn’t make any sense to me but nobody said anything. So I did, only to get bullet stares from all of my friends. What did I do wrong? I couldn't even complain about that? Life is so harsh on me!