Status: #@!!?%

      I spent a good hour thinking of reasons why someone would want his misfortunes and aggravations put out for everyone to read. Yes, I just read someone’s status on a social networking site complaining about work, life, and everything crap. Hence, the thinking.

     

      I too have my share of complaints, lots even, but I don’t air them on a clothesline somewhere. They are tucked safely in journals, notes to self, random pages of a book, and small conversations with family and really close friends. Those that are too annoying and   too high-blood inducing to contain in my suck-it-up formula find their way in twitter and blogs where I have really few followers hahaha

       Anyway, bravo to you if it’s catharsis you’re aiming at with all the rant. I say scream out all frustrations until you get it out of your system. Studies say it’s healthy, imagine that :)  But complaining on facebook to get attention would not get me clicking the LIKE button.    Someone comments “ What’s wrong?” and they  reply “nothing”  when in truth they just want prodding. Hahaha. Pop goes the weasel...and there goes my right brow raising :)

         Nevertheless, I find most of them entertaining, lame as I may sound :) I am sadistically amused at fake hearts on sleeves. So  keep those complaints about work coming---wait till your boss reads them. And those about your officemates---hmmmm good luck with eating alone in the pantry. As for little nosy me, those rants give me a reason for living hahahaha