On Complainers...and the Rudeness of Bugs

     I would like to take some time now to complain about the complainers.  I detest people who complain.  Americans especially, (who live in the land of the free because of the brave) have no right to complain.  I am an expert on complainers, because I worked at McDonald’s back in the day.  If you don’t know already, I’ll tell you: hungry people are not patient people.  But you don’t have to work at McDonald’s to come to that conclusion.  Just sit in the drive-thru.  People act like it’s the worst inconvenience to have to sit a few minutes in the McDonald’s drive-thru.  I think they need to put up large copies of those sad pictures of starving third-world children all along the route to the pick up window so people are reminded that they are not, in fact, as starving as they think they are. 

   I read the book “Man’s Search for Meaning” by Victor Frankl.  Holy Cow that will put things in perspective for ya.  The guy was in Auschwitz and other Nazi death camps, and, to quote the back cover: “…Frankl argues that we cannot avoid suffering but we can choose how to cope with it, find meaning in it, and move forward with renewed purpose.” It is a fascinating book that permanently eliminates one’s ability to complain about anything ever again.  The complainers, as well as the impatient, the rude, and the sluggards among us all need to read that book.

  And as rude as people are sometimes, the rudeness award, you may be interested to know, doesn’t go to people.  No, the insects are the rudest among us.  You see, they have no insect mothers to say to them, “Now my dear, when you’re flying along, and you come across a human, its only polite to go around them, and not into them.”  I don’t know how many bugs have collided with my person over the years.  It is so inconsiderate.  I would yell at them but for appearance’s sake.  How would it appear to an onlooker if I were to whip around in the middle of an open field and holler, “Seriously?! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?!”  If I were feeling generous (and I’m not), I would give the insects the benefit of the doubt.  Many of them may be nearsighted, while the rest are inebriated (not that that is an acceptable excuse).  Bugs in the eye are the worst.  You finally get it out after a long painful struggle, and even then you know that you’ll probably have bug legs drifting around your eyeball for the remainder of the day. 

   Multiple bugs flew into my face today, which caused the utterance of the phrase “I hate bugs.”  I quickly realized that one shouldn’t hate what God has made, so I took it back, resolving to love the bugs.  That backfired.  I had “Love the Bug You’re With” in my head all morning.  Sometimes you just can’t win.