(no, not that kind of hard time!)
he's a grumbler, but the worst kind of grumbler -- the kind who grumbles inside and lets his grumbling bring him down. from the outside, all you notice about it is a bunch of heavy sighs and the occasional "dammit" when he realizes there was something he was supposed to do or "had" to do but he'd forgotten about it.
this guy! smh!
i mean, he's a great guy. but he thinks his problems are a big deal. i kid you not, he has sometimes talked about how maybe it would have been better to be a medieval peasant because even if it was miserably hard work, you wouldn't have to navigate nearly as many angst-inspiring decisions.
i'm like, "dude. do you know what your life would be like right now if you were a medieval peasant?"
and he starts trying to answer something about a lot of hoeing and harvesting, and i stop him and say:
"you'd be dead."
seriously, he broke his collarbone in middle school for crying out loud. would that have healed? if it healed, would it have healed well enough for him to use that arm for hard manual labor?
the other girls chimed in too, with stuff like, "plus, your eyes suck," and "you have depression. you would literally be crying over spilled milk if you were a peasant."
we ended up kind of giving him a "stop that!" ultimatum. from now on, if we see him heaving those gloomy sighs or acting like it's godawful he has to clean the toilet or open up his work computer, he gets a thump on the head.
sometimes you've got to put your foot down!
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