I’m still standing. Campbell Street, Hobart. December 2010.
It seems that no matter how good some people have it, there is a drive within many (most) to complain that they don’t have it better. Give them five jellybeans, and they want eight jellybeans (or a chocolate frog). Give them a twelve percent pay rise, and they want a fifteen percent pay rise. Give them a parking spot one hundred metres from the front door, and they want the parking spot twenty metres from the door. You give them access to any scrap of information they want at the tip of their fingers, and they’re too lazy to type in the search terms. They get shown the world, and they complain that it’s not hi-res enough. They live longer, and they complain about being old. They get given entertainment, and they get bored with it. They get given more entertainment, and they get bored with it. You give them knowledge, and they’re bored with it. It’s not immediate enough, it’s not easy enough it’s not simple enough it’s all too hard despite the fact that it’s never been easier and it’s always whinge, moan, complain complain complain.
Oh yes, I am enjoying being back at work…
6 comments:
Ain't life grand. And people who complain about people who complain.
The more we get the more we want. The less we get the more we want. It's a vicious circle.
Bastards.
I really can't see what their ancestry has to do with their lack of intelligence.
You've never heard of genetics?
Yeah. So makes you so smart?
Io non comprendo.
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