...and it drilled on!
I wish I did not whine so much in life. Has it happened to you that you went on and on just because the other person was not rolling his/her eyes and after a while it just hit you that probably they were dying to do so and the only possible thing that stopped them from doing the same was their civility? Did I just see you wince? Ah… I know how it feels. The feeling of imposing yourself on the other person without realizing because you were busy playing the suffering hero is not new for me.
I just realized it today (like I did a million other times a zillion other days) that since whining doesn’t really give me a solution/way out from the issue in hand, I might as well not whine. And how exactly do I vent my frustration? I’d read somewhere that it doesn’t really matter whether you grip the arms of the dentist’s chair or let your hands lie on your lap. The drill drills on. I don’t know if it really is applicable here but somewhere I do see a point in this line. What fat help would getting frustrated be? Except premature balding, I don’t really see a big difference in anything.So why don’t I just let my hands lie loose on my lap as ……(shudder)….the drill drills on.
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