What is your stance on whining?
Do you see it as healthy and cathartic? Or feel it is the worst of self pity and completely pointless?
Do you enjoy is for yourself but find it distasteful when others indulge?
My very good friend, and former boss, was known to hang up the phone on me when I whined. He would give me one quiet warning and then . . . click.
I’m actually not all that given to whining. It isn’t on the list of approved behaviors published by my patron saint, Pollyanna, you see.
But some days, I can’t help myself . . .
I’m in the mood to whine.
You may avert your eyes, if need be, or go ahead and hang up on me.
I am suffering from ennui. My list of daily stints has stunted me. Every project I have under way is either vexing me or boring me to tears.
And the most tedious among these might be the ubiquitous, unending, what-was-I-thinking yoyos.
I’ve been sewing yoyos together for what seems like eternity.
They were fun to make, so cute and perky.
They are much less fun to sew together.
I have 10 rows to do and I am not yet done three. And then those long rows need to be sewn together.
I slog along . . . and whine quietly under my breath.