That’s Not Fair

Who Cares?

I can’t tell you how many people through my life loved to say, “That’s not fair”. My mother would say it. My father had a pet peeve with active-duty military folks making extra money with their side jobs. He was a stickler for rules. If you weren’t doing it his way, then you weren’t doing it right. I had to really bite my tongue as I got older and wanted to say to him, “Who died and made you king?”

Whatever the reasons were, I just got sick and tired of hearing about it.

As an adult, I keep coming across people who love to say, “That’s not fair”. So, it is evidently not something you grow out of.

The most recent was my elderly neighbor who belabored the idea that what she wanted from the grocery store on sale just wasn’t there anymore. To my response of, “They’re out” she continued to complain. I kept coming up with more reasoning why what she wanted was not available. None of that held water. I don’t shop for her anymore.

She complains about everything…absolutely everything.

If you can do nothing about whatever it is that you are complaining about then don’t talk to me about it because I really don’t care.

I don’t know where I get this attitude from.

Why waste hot air complaining about something you feel you can do nothing about?

Instead, get proactive about whatever it is, abusive spouses or crooked politicians. Whatever it is. Just take up a cause and do something about it.

Or figure out why it bothers you. That, more than anything else, I think, would do more toward improving your outlook.

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Who cares if they got the last thing on sale, and you lost out? Are you going to tell that story over and over again for years to come? You got second place when, in your opinion, you should have gotten first place. Hey, you placed very high. Depending on how many were in competition for the first-place prize you placed above all of them with the exception of the one who won. Does this mean you lost out? No. It means you competed. You ran the race or whatever it was you were doing. It means you placed well. It does not mean you were a failure. As they say, “Somebody had to win.”

You were not promoted when you were in line for it. It’s not fair because it was a man who got the promotion, and you are a woman. Yes, there is that glass ceiling. Will we see an end to it in our lifetime? No. Is it better than it was in your mother’s lifetime? Yes. This stuff takes time. Be patient.

How about all those people who thought you lost out when you don’t feel you did. Ignore them. I’ve had lots of relatives like that. I remember being at a family gathering and somebody made a snide remark about somebody else in the family having piano legs. Excuse me? I thought the person in question was beautiful and very talented. I also thought there was nothing at all wrong with her legs. What the hell were they saying about me? Well, that’s the only time I ever met them and never had to listen to them again.

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In the meantime, go someplace where you will take all that awesome knowledge you have and get promoted. Or, better yet, make your own business. At least, please stop complaining about it.

You have a choice in life how you are going to act. I heard somebody who is dead now say, “Don’t wait for the hard stuff in life to be over before you decide to be happy.”

You are responsible for your own happiness. Nobody else is.

There, done with rant. Now, what else can I complain about?

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