What do you complain about the most?
What Do I Complain About the Most?
I complain.
A lot.
About everything.
Sometimes even about things
I secretly enjoy complaining about.
I complain about life
because it doesn’t follow my plans,
my timelines,
or my very detailed imaginary scripts.
I complain about people
when they talk too much,
when they talk too little,
and especially
when they don’t read my mind
after knowing me for years.
I complain about love
when it’s late,
when it’s confusing,
and even when it’s peaceful
because peace, honestly,
feels suspicious.
I complain about small things
“Why didn’t they reply?”
“Why did they reply like that?”
“Why did they forget?”
And sometimes
“Why do I remember everything?”
Funny thing is
most people I complain about
are already doing their best.
But their best comes
in a language
my expectations refuse to learn.
So I call it less.
Life calls it different.
I say,
“You didn’t do enough,”
when what I really mean is,
“You didn’t do it the way
I wanted…
and on time…
and with a little magic.”
And let’s be honest
even if life gave me everything,
I’d still complain about
the delivery system.
But somewhere between
all this complaining,
I laugh.
I realise.
I soften.
Because most complaints
are not anger
they’re love without instructions.
They’re expectations
wearing humour,
frustration,
and a little drama.
So yes
I complain about almost everything.
But if I look closely,
behind every complaint
is someone I care about,
something I value,
or a life I’m still deeply involved in.
And maybe…
complaining is just proof
that I haven’t checked out yet.
That I’m still here.
Feeling.
Living.
Trying.
And honestly?
That’s not such a bad thing. 🙂
—Rajeshwari 💕
