Let’s Talk Over Coffee

 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 1 Corinthians 13:11 NKJV


I know I don’t seem like a Christian, but I am. For some reason, this verse has been coming to mind a lot lately. I usually wouldn’t talk about this stuff because religion always starts a fight and that’s the last thing I want. Granted, most of this blog is ranting and random thoughts of aggression.

For a long time, I have made complaint that I thought meant nothing. That were meaningless. That everyone makes and it’s normal, almost expected of us. As I grew older, more complaints that grew more acceptable. That everyone had. That it is even amusing.

I have to say, being introduced to this life… It really opened my eyes. To a lot of things that I never thought about because it was second nature to me. For example, complaining.

I’m tired. I’m sore. I have a headache from the loud music from next door. I’m thirsty. I’m hungry. I had to wait a whole minute for the bathroom stall to open up. I’m too hot. I’m too cold. My school books are heavy.

Everyday complaints that are completely normal and no one ever thinks about. Ever. And no one ever has to. Why should they, it’s not necessary for them to think about it. But being in this life, you do think about them every once in a while. I’ll give you some examples of why I think about it and have stopped complaining about some things.

  1. I’m tired. I get 6-8 hours of sleep every night. I am damn lucky. My sailor on average get 4-6 hours on good nights. That’s when he doesn’t have watch or duty. And when he does have watch or duty, it could be fewer than that or none. On top of that his work…. He works 16-18 hour shifts a day. When he was home, that would roughly be five or six days a week. Now that he’s deployed (as far as I know) he does that every single day. I no longer say I’m tired.
  2. I’m sore. I’ll write about my new goal in a different post. BUT point is, I am not sore compared to him. I know what he pushes and lugs around and my backpack is a marshmallow to what he does. Unless I am in so much pain that I am taking medicine to knock me on my ass for the night, I don’t say it.
  3. I have a headache. While yes, I have epilepsy and that does play into headaches for me, I also don’t work with jets and other loud ass machines over my head. Also, my boss isn’t a DS or like a DS. Not saying his boss is, just saying that with how they work, they need to be that loud to be able to hear each other.
  4. I’m thirsty/hungry. Yea, I know he eats, but I know it’s not enough as a healthy human being should. When I bring it up, he just says he’s not hungry. Bullshit. I know he’s too busy to stop. I know it. I know also that he says that so that I don’t freak out. My anxiety can get pretty high sometimes. He knows that.
  5. Yea….. No, I can’t keep going with this. It’s too negative.


More than anything. I am grateful for what I have. I’m grateful for what my soreness is, my tiredness level and all the other things. I still complain and am a brat. I claim that wholeheartedly. But I no longer say everyday and use it to keep myself negative. If you really think about it, really really think about it…. That’s all it is. Complaining is just justified negative thinking.

I really don’t know how this has to do with that bible verse in the beginning of this post, but it fit with my mind at the start of it all.

Just remember. Life is too short to be negative. Life can be so much more than complaining. Please please please make it more than that for yourself. Even if it doesn’t seem like it, people every day fight for you to make that choose in trying to make it better or worse. Please try to do right by them and go for the better. They will never know, but it will make what they do worth it and honestly will benefit you more.

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