The Terrible Destructive Power of Complaining

Be careful about complaining.

It totally lowers your vibration.

And then you feel guilty.

Which causes you to communicate in a shitty reactive mode that hurts people's feelings and makes you feel even more guilty.

And then you get depressed and just want to stay home.

You start calling in to work because you just can't face anybody, and then you go on antidepressants, which make it hard for you to sleep, so you have to take sleeping medication, and you start oversleeping and being really out of it, and you miss even more work without calling in, and you get written up...

So you think you should just admit to HR that you're having "emotional problems," (which no one could care less about, by the way, in case you were wondering) and then you have a target on your back.

Your supervisor's just looking for reasons to write you up.

You think "Fuck it. Might as well drink a box of wine."

Which of course does nothing for your punctuality, your job performance, or how you look when you show up in the morning.

You're hung over and late.

Your boss calls you into her office and says "Look, we're gonna have to let you go."

And then you're unemployed and telling yourself you'll update your resume tomorrow, but you just end up watching more episodes of Breaking Bad on Netflix.

(You consider a career as a meth dealer for about half a minute, but quickly realize it's just a pipe dream.)

And then your friends try to invite you out to cheer you up, but you whine about how you can't spend any money, and you're basically complaining even more now than you ever did in the first place, so everybody pretty much stops calling you.

You never answer anyway — you sure as hell don't check voicemail — you don't even respond to text messages.

You mute your cell phone so that you can nap without being interrupted.

(We won't even talk about your full blown addiction to Facebook and Tumblr porn.)

...your horoscope is bad news...

...you pray (usually while inebriated)...

...you try to talk to your spirit guides (from the bathroom floor — cuz that's real effective)...

Your life sucks.

You complain with every breath you take, and of course the results are exponentially miserable...

So, yeah — be careful about that complaining thing. It's, like, a butterfly effect or something.

Know what I mean?