Complaining.

So there are a few reasons people should never care about their problems. The first is that the majority of people just don’t care. Another is that some people want to hear you complain, simply because they are happy YOU have those problems and not them. And finally, the last reason you shouldn’t complain about your problems is because there are people out there who have it so much worse than you.

I had this revelation yesterday after listening to someone complain that their spouse left in January for a SIX MONTH deployment (meaning they get back in June), and this person was horny. I was like seriously?! I wanted to smack this person. Only because I haven’t seen Will since January, and there’s a chance I won’t see him until I graduate (which is May of 2012…NEXT FREAKIN YEAR). So to have to listen to someone complain about a six month deployment…and not even about the fact that their spouse was deployed, but that they were horny and wanted to get laid…really irritated me. Not to put my sex life out there, but the lack of sex is the least of my problems with this deployment. I could care less about that in the grand scheme of things. All I want is to be with him. Not just so we can sleep together, but because he’s my best friend, my other half. But anyways, that’s not the point of this. The revelation is that I need to not complain about this deployment. Sure, it sucks…no one is denying that. But the point is, I still have someone I love and who loves me back. He’s healthy. He’s coming back. We will have our future that we’ve always talked about. So what if I have to go through possibly a year and a half away from him to get that? In the grand scheme of things, and I’m talking about having forever with him as being the grand scheme, a year and a half isn’t a huge deal.


So anyways. Here’s my new plan. To be happy. To be optimistic. To be thankful for every day I get to talk to him. To be more thankful on the days I get to see his face or hear his voice. There is absolutely no point in being miserable everyday of this next however long it ends up being, because how can I cheer him up when he needs it if I can’t even cheer myself up? My mission is to stop complaining. And I’m not saying I’m going to be perfect at this…I know there will be days that I wind up complaining, and to those people I end up complaining to, I’m sorry. But I know the people that I will end up complaining to will remind me how lucky I am to have him in my life and that every day that goes by is one day closer to him being back in my arms, safe and sound.


I don’t want to be one of those girls who complains about ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING, because like I said before, a third of the people don’t care, a third are glad YOU have those problems, and a third of people have worse problems. And the worse part about that last third is that you don’t always know which people have it worse. So I want to be thankful for what I have. And take the bad days with a grain of salt. I know they won’t last forever, I just have it make it through them. And I know I will. Because I have a good reason to. And for when it gets hard for me to get through it, I have people to turn to who will remind me of everything I have to look forward to…that it won’t last forever.


And when all else fails, I’ll go play in the water. That’s always been good therapy for me.