Thus, almost every morning, when I have to get up early to go to work. I usually grumble pitifully about my uncomfortable destiny as a laborious ant, but, nevertheless. After the shower, and once I am on the train of my daily habits, the regret remains. behind, cornered and without effect. The problem is not the complaint itself. Which is a mere verbal-emotional reaction resulting from a bad moment. Called a bad mood. Come on, when I cut myself shaving it hurts and I say it (I complain). If I am abandoned like a small dog, I will bark and howl and kick around in search of a new home. Or not.
What if it turns out that
When I complain someone pays attention to me, listens to me, tells me things, as someone from Seville would say? Complaint is no longer a natural consequence to have a social function. “The difference between rats and humans is that most of the executive email list latter will remain in a tunnel in which there is no cheese.” The problem is not the complaints themselves, but what I do (and they do) with them . Complaining, to oneself and/or to others, has become fashionable, it has become a form of communication in itself, a very frequent way of interacting with human beings, and with others.
Who complain demand attention
Ask to be given reasons or to be proven right (they are usually synonyms). Those who listen to the complaints unconsciously lend themselves to the game, including professionals, those counselors and advisors. So they act on verbal pessimism, trying to IT Email List make their clients see reason: “life is not that bad”, “you are taking it too hard”… What if life is what it is, and even less? Rationalize and debate with the pessimists (which is all of us) that life is not that hard? Or help them accept that life is whatever it is and that we have to continue with the plan and direction set, even if it hurts?
