I'm never a fan of when people are overly negative about their pretty fantastic lives. Roof over your head, nice partner, food on your table, then you probably don't need to complain quite as much as you do. (Myself included)
I know everyone has a half dozen friends that simply cannot be grateful for their lives. Their facebook status, their emails to you, even dinners out at nice restaurants can quickly devolve into Bitchfest 2009 with no intermission.
While I do believe that it's "better out than in" and that everyone needs to vent, I do tire of overly negative people lamenting every hangnail and sour glance they get in their lives. What's odd is that most people I know that are truly in crisis, they are pretty nonchalant about it... just putting one foot in front of the other.
That was a long-winded way to say, I'm about to complain...
First to give you some back story:
About 6 months ago, I had some friends over for a nice Kenyan lunch. After lunch they were quite nearly asleep on the sofas, when there came a horrific sound from the hallway. The woman across the hall appeared to be trying to kick her door in. Now, I knew that she had a long-standing feud with the little old lady next door, but I had never experienced this level of outburst before. So... kick, kick, kick... and then quiet.
About 30 seconds later, she came and tried our doorknob, then knocked on the door. Yes, you read that in the right sequence, she TRIED OUR DOORKNOB, and THEN knocked.
I looked at my terrified friends, mumbled "you've got my back, right" - and watched their looks escalate in their degree of fear, and then opened the door anyway...
Well, she only needed to use my phone to call the police. Did you know that you can call 911 to have the police come and unlock your door? Well, now you do.
So, fast-forward to last night. I am semi-comatose on the sofa around 8:30pm. I hear someone try the doorknob, and thought it was Charles. Now my husband actually HAS a key to our house, so I don't know why I thought it was him. Eventually I realized it must be someone else, maybe my brother or sister-in-law.
I looked out of my peephole and there stood my crazy neighbor with her head resting against the door.
Most of the conversation that we had through the door was unintelligible. I know I said "Who is it?" - "This is not a good time right now" - and "What can I help you with?" What she said is a mystery, but the semi-evil look on her face through the peephole was not fun and made me respond by quietly sliding the chain on the door.
By the way, did I mention that she tried the doorknob first! Who does that?