Just for the record, I am grateful for a lot of things. In this particular instance, I am pleased to be part of the formal economy, but that’s not going to divert me from having a good old-fashioned whine about how short my holiday was. It is particularly annoying when annoying people like my annoying colleague manage to miss the point entirely.
Saying, “Oh, well at least you have [insert thing that one should be grateful to have]” does not fucking help at all. When I’m miserable because I’m back at the office after a few (fantastic) weeks off, I want commiseration, okay? Not some tit on a soap-box telling me to count my blessings. On the plus side, if he continues to follow his annoying approach to its logical conclusion, then it’s only a matter of time before he tries telling a woman with PMS to cheer up because at least she has a uterus…
Complaining is one of the things that defines us as humans. It is our spur to do better, to improve, to aspire to godhood. And stuff. If we all sat around accepting that gee, it actually isn’t so bad after all, we would still have slavery, unpasteurised milk and morris dancing as entertainment.
All clear? Good.