I am guilty of being a complete and total whiner. I complain about everything. And I do mean everything. I'm not saying it's a good thing. In fact, I think it's probably a very bad thing which I will demonstrate further on. But it's the truth, so I choose to state it in a very matter-of-fact manner.
What's more, you know how when you complain and some smartpants says to you "Come on, complaining isn't going to make you feel any better!"? Well, the truth is, complaining does make me feel better. It's like eating an entire jar of pickles in one sitting; which, I might add, I did yesterday. I WOULDN'T DO IT IF IT DIDN'T MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. There's just something about expressing dissatisfaction with a given circumstance that enables me to deal with it cheerfully thereafter.
Wanna know something else? Just because I complain about something does not necessarily mean that I want it to change immediately. Silas is not that way. If Silas complains about something it generally means he so upset about a situation that he plans to do something drastic in the next 15 minutes to rectify it. But with me, unless I'm curled up on the floor bawling my eyes out, the reality probably is that I don't really have that big of a problem with whatever I'm complaining about. The rule here is: It's not important till I've cried about it.
This rule, however, does not apply after midnight because after midnight I cry about everything. Example: The other night we were out rather late at a friend's house watching Arrested Development (a tv show for a whole 'nother post...) and when we got home I collapsed across the bed. Silas told me to roll over so he could get in bed and when I went to move I found that I couldn't roll over without great difficulty due to the Italian baby taking up residence in my abdomen. I began to cry. Poor Silas, totally taken aback by this sudden burst of emotion, asked what was wrong and I managed to tell him between sobs that "I'M A FREAKING WHALE!" Poor Silas. Luckily for him, he was able to contain the gales of laughter which were, I'm sure, welling up inside of him. End embarrassing story.
I don't really have a problem with the fact that I complain. Unfortunately, the Bible doesn't share my opinion. We are/I am told in Philippians 2 to "Do all things without complaining and disputing, that you may become blameless and harmless, children of God without fault in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world."
Ooooooo BURN! It's like the Bible just said "I'm going go kick Elisabeth's butt today, what little piece of scripture should I shove in her face? Oh! I know!"
I have no inspirational story about how I've overcome complaining because, frankly, I haven't managed it yet. It's a life long habit and I don't foresee it simply ending in one day. BUT. Next time I want to complain about something I'm just not going to. Baby steps. Tiny, tiny baby steps.