I, like lots of people, have my moments of disappointment. Towards what? Normally towards the comfort I have, for not being large enough to produce a smile in my face, and sometimes towards a much more consistent subject: the size of the inflow of resources that allows my comfort level to expand. Which results in just one action: whining.
Or complaining, if the word suits better. So, yes, I whine. I complain. But to what avail? To none, of course. So then, one day, after complaining a little bit too much, I discovered (and by discover I mean that it was unveiled to me) an obscure mechanism of sorts that (to be continued).
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