People love to complain.
There is no way getting around that fact.
I have only been around this world for a few years so I am not going to act like I have been privy to the way humans as a species have acted and/or reacted to their situations throughout time. Maybe the cavemen, after coming back to their dwelling after a long day of chasing Mammoths, Saber Tooth Tigers and whatnot plopped down on their grass mats and whined throughout the night.
It doesn’t seem like that was the case.
Even our grandfathers didn’t really seem to be whiners.
I remember my grandfather coming home after working all day, sitting down and doing whatever needed to be done. My father is the same way. The man works his ass off and never complains about it.
The odd thing is, people like this are now the minority.
We are definitely not “The Greatest Generation”.
We are a generation made soft by technology. We sit around in cushy homes with our central air and computers and smart phones and streaming video and whine about it.
We get angry about things that don’t deserve our anger. Things like getting the wrong color cell phone for Christmas and the newest video game’s release date getting postponed.
We complain about not getting enough respect at our cushy jobs, whether that job is in an office, driving a truck over the road or on a sweltering construction site. Every one of these positions is far better than any of our ancestors had to deal with and yet we complain about our station in life constantly.
We don’t know what hardship is.
The day you have to wrestle a lion on the African Sahara is the day you have the right to complain about how hard your week was.
Until then, shut up and go back to your cushy life.