100 Reasons To Not Kill Yourself #36.

You know how they say some people are never happy unless they’re unhappy?

And yes, they actually say it. I know this because they’ve said it about me in the past. To be fair though, everyone at work laughs their asses off when I lose it and so I’m actually brightening their day when I vent my frustrations, hence this entry…

#36: Bitchin’ And Complaining.

Billions of us suffer in silence from a myriad of ailments, situations and crises and I have to ask: Why? 

Anyone that’s ever been seated beside a displeased fellow diner or been behind an irate traveler while waiting to check-in at a hotel can tell you these folks make everyone around them uncomfortable, but you have to look at it from their perspective.

Hunger is our most primal need (yes, even ahead of coitus) and when the fulfillment of that need is threatened by poor service or an inferior dish, we have every right to revert to a primal state. Within reason, of course; don’t go all caveman and club your serve rover the head and drag her onto a cave unless she’s already expressly stated that she’s into that sort of thing. And there’s nothing worse than standing in line at a hotel after traveling ten hours across a crowded highway in a car jammed with your tired, starving family members.

And so it’s important to remember that behind every complaint or rant there is a human being who is too tired, cold or hungry to care about what anyone thinks of them; they have an agenda to fulfill and they’ll do whatever it takes to get it done. Personally, I envy the freedom these people experience. Sure, I take ranting and raving to a new level at work but outside of the hotel I try to avoid confrontation whenever possible.

Hard to believe, isn’t it?

But it’s true, I lose my marbles at work (but I do it in a very diplomatic, and ridiculously-entertaining way) but I’m the meek one when my wife and I travel beyond our front door. I attribute this to the regular release of my frustrations at work every time I’m in the relative safety of the “back of the house”. (That’s hotel-speak for service areas and staff rooms.) For example:

“I swear, if one more Orthodox Jew stiffs me today I’m going to invite a hundred Trump supporters here next year at Passover!”

“What fresh anti-Heaven is this?”

“Just stick a fork in me and shoot me in the holes, I’m done.”

“I’m not even supposed to be here today!”

Sure, they’re not all zingers, but my comedic edge tends to dull after eleven hours of slinging luggage. And yes, I stole borrowed that last one from the great Kevin Smith, but I’m sure he’s okay with it.  My point remains valid though; venting one’s frustrations verbally may annoy others but in my opinion it’s vital to one’s psychological survival. So cut loose (but not footloose) whenever you feel yourself cracking around the edges and the positive results of being negative will be instantaneous. So says Doctor Hook.

See you in the lobby, ya (temporarily) miserable bastards.

Don’t listen to Arnold! Keep going, you’ll feel better eventually.

About The Hook

Husband. Father. Bellman. Author of The Bellman Chronicles. Reader of comic books and observer and chronicler of the human condition. And to my wife's eternal dismay, a mere mortal and non-vampire. I'm often told I look like your uncle, cousin, etc. If I wore a hat, I'd hang it on a hat rack in my home in Niagara Falls, Canada. You can call me The Hook, everyone else does.
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13 Responses to 100 Reasons To Not Kill Yourself #36.

  1. Hey Hookey wookey.. how’s it hangin? Sorry I haven’t been around. I have been taking a hiatus from all social media including my blog. I needed the break. This is the only thing I have looked at. Still deactivated on FB.. although, FB doesn’t seem to like that and they keep reactivating my account 😠. I know this because I get emails that say someone has invited me to something, or that I have a new friend request yadda, yadda. No one should even be able to see me, let alone send a friend request! Grrrr… I’m off Twitter also for the moment. People don’t miss me. And when someone asked if I saw such and such on FB, I just say, “Nope, not on FB anymore! Got tired of the BS!” My brother and sister-in-law are really great about sending me pics and that is all I care about. Anyone else who REALLY cares about talking to me sends me messages or… wait for it!! CALLS ME!! 😮 Ok, rant over!
    You’re right! I DO feel better… ❤

    • The Hook says:

      I’m glad I could be of assistance, Courtney!
      And I’m honored to have your continued loyalty.
      Stay positive and happy, my dear friend.

  2. Kindergarten Cop………………. the ferret, a car as a weapon and bad food, though no necessarily in that order. I remember the film well (much better than Jingle all the Way!)
    Funny you should post this today Robert as I lost it this morning. Too short to reach the laundry basket on top of the wardrobe, hands too knackered to catch it when it fell off, dressing table contents went flying, basket bounced and hit the dog who then hid under the bed and wouldn’t come out.
    Hubby took her for a walk and I did the housework………….. took a duster and removed all the little knick knacks from the shelf and when putting them back, remembered how and when we got them. Made me feel a lot better. Basket has dent in it………… tough. 😀

  3. I think a good rant helps the body maintain its resilience. You might say bitching is good for what ails ya. If you want to end it, start bitching and that feeling will pass. Nice job, Hook

  4. Doug in Oakland says:

    I’m a big fan of manners, myself, but as my friend Rob once put it, a closed mouth won’t get fed.

  5. Mark Myers says:

    This one came out of nowhere I don’t like it at all and I demand to speak to the complaint department about it. 😉

    • The Hook says:

      Unfortunately, the complaint department has been closed due to lack of funding, Mark.
      (After all, Niagara Falls Comic Con is coming up.)

  6. Dave Ply says:

    Venting is a good thing. Holding a grudge on the other hand…

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