i like to complain about things. sometimes i become quite eloquent when i am describing the sources of my displeasure when i am in conversation.
people over the years have found me quite entertaining when i go into my rants about the minor hindrances that have beset me in the preceding 24 hours to our conversations.
i tend to comically exaggerate my displeasure at the slightest things that have happened to me (like getting 2 red lights on the way to the supermarket for example), and i have a moderate amount of fun in choosing delicious ways to describe trivial annoyances.
since i have moved to my new house, i have now nothing at all to complain about. i live in a peaceful semi rural area now (excellent) and there is little traffic and very few traffic lights (which are almost always green due to the lack of cars waiting in side streets), and there are no obstructions in supermarkets, prices are cheap, people are friendly ( a bit too friendly but i do not find that complaint-worthy as yet), and my log fire heats my house to toasty warm for free (average night time temperature at this time of year is 4 degrees celcius and will drop to freezing in july) etc etc etc......
so tonight, and old (i.e. long term) friend that i have not heard from for ages (approx 2 years) rang me and wanted me to tell her how i am ("how are you?", she said), and i really had nothing to say. i said "things are going well", and i did not have anything to add.
before, when i had irritants in my life, i used to launch off into a tirade about things like supermarket trolleys with wheels that were out of alignment and veered off in a direction i had to continuously fight against, but now there is nothing to say except "things are fine".
so the thing that made me unhappy today was the fact that nothing happened that made me unhappy today (except for the fact that nothing made me unhappy today (except for the fact that nothing made me happy today (except for the fact that nothing made me happy today (except for the fact that nothing made me happy today (except for the fact that nothing made me happy today (except for the fact that nothing made me happy today (except for the fact that nothing made me happy today (except for the fact that nothing made me happy today)))))))) etc etc. it is like 2 mirrors facing each other which is an infinite loop of degenerating generations of reflection.