So it turns out Will suggests doing this challenge for 21 days. I suppose that's because it's been said a new habit can be formed after 21 days of repetition. However; Shenielle suggested doing it for only seven days - a week - just a week. It can't be that difficult, can it?
So - I'm game. Even though, I know it will be hard for me (oops! Is that a complaint?) You see many times I find humor- yes humor- in complaining, and you know me, I love to laugh. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm really not an insensitive person. However; I have been known to laugh at some inappropriate things. Not just complaining. There's also falling, tripping, and bodily noises. I don't know how many times I've received a spanking for laughing when my brother fell down the steps, or when my brothers and I started a belching contest at the kitchen table, let alone a few other unmentionables. I found it hilarious, even though I knew that that laughter would more than likely provoke a sting to the buttocks.
So, back to complaining. I'm sorry. I can't help it! It's funny! Have you heard some of the things people b-t-h about now a days? My - oh - my! Here's just a few that come to mind:
- I'm so tired. (So is the entire world population! How late did you stay up last night? Late night TV is way over-rated - except if Cher is on Jimmy Fallon- that's excusable. Other wise - get over it! Go to bed and get some Z's.)
- I'm so hung over. (Well how the heck did that happen? Maybe four glasses of that jungle juice was enough, ya think? Besides - shut up! I've got a headache!)
- I can't find a job. (Has anybody told you that you first need to apply? Come on! Pull up those droopy drawers and cover up that butt crack! I don't care who you are. No one wants to hire someone that looks like a walking ATM machine!)
- I'm hungry. ( Oh! That one! How many times have I heard that? We just ate a half an hour ago! Get out a skillet and make yourself a grilled cheese--- and ---- STAY OUT OF MY OREOS!)
OK - so I guess some things have gotta change. Enough whining! I can't afford to sacrifice any happiness, so I'm all over this "Complaint Free Challenge. I don't care if it's funny or not - no more complaining! So friends- I'm asking. If you hear me complain in the next seven days (ok, let's face it - it's going to take me 21 days), you have my permission to slug me. Yep! Just slug me in the arm. Now don't get vicious. Just a gentle little slug. You know- kinda like the slugs we gave each other in the 60s and 70s when we saw a volkswagon. Remember? Slug bug! Yep! You've got it!
And remember ----- if by chance I happen to slug ya back, DON'T COMPLAIN!!!
