You Have No Right to Complain

It's okay to complain every once in a while. I think that by whining about the dumpy things that happen in our life, we relieve ourselves of them. Maybe.

And usually when we complain, we do it to other people. We don't actually expect them to care that much, but we just expect them to say something like, "Yeah that sucks," or "Man, I'm sorry."
And then we go on our merry way feeling like we made them more grateful for the easy life that they live compared to our "oh so terrible" ones.

No, you have it rough. You really do, I'm sure.

But every once in a while we run into people that completely ruin the whole complaining process. I like to call these people "pity killers". These choice people have the magical ability to one-up you on your complaint by instantly telling you about something worse that happened to them.

They don't care what you are going through. They have been through worse themselves and you ought to know better than to complain to them.

And I feel bad for them and all....
But when I'm complaining, the last thing I want is for someone to tell me how happy I should be, and that my complaints aren't good enough.

But in all honestly, I complain way more about my life than I probably should.
So I'll do my best to cut it down.

But I swear, if you one-up my every-once-in-a-while complaints, I'm going to freak out.

The Horcrux in My Bathroom

Close your eyes, I want you to picture something.

Wait. 

Don't close your eyes. I want you to read this post instead.

Think back to the sixth Harry Potter movie, the one Dumbledore dies in. (This is not a spoiler alert, if you didn't know that already, then you are clearly anti-Harry Potter for whatever reason and you probably hate everything else magical and fantastic in the world). 

Do you remember the part in the cave when Harry is force-feeding Dumbledore liquid that looks like purple Kool-aide from a seashell?

Well, I want you to know that there must be a horcrux in my bathroom. Because that crap is real life stuff. 

I walked into my bathroom the other morning to brush my teeth. There's two sinks in my bathroom so every time I have to use one, I select the less filthy of the two.

When I turned the water on and started brushing my teeth, I looked over to the other sink and found myself hallucinating. Murky, purple water started rising out of the sink. I rubbed my eyes a bit, maybe I was dreaming?

 No. This was actually happening.

I quickly turned off the water and stared in horror as the liquid slowly went back down the drain, returning to the place of evil from whence it came. This took a good five minutes.

 When it finally disappeared, it left behind an unnatural, pungent odor.

I don't have any idea what the problem is or how I might possibly solve it.

I dearly hope the solution is anything but drinking the liquid, because I can assure you that it would have to be force-fed to me as well. (And I would cry, scream, and threaten to kill you, somewhat like Dumbledore). Plus, I would probably end up dying like Dumbledore. 

So I congratulate the evil wizard who has hidden a horcrux within my bathroom. You win this round.