Everybody has things that can ruin their day, week, or even a year.
I can understand. For real.
That being said…
Of course I can understand that when you are ordering eight ingredient coffee in an international coffee shop chain(which is not even a coffee in my book, BTW) and you get a coffee with only seven ingredients, your day is ruined and now you are going to bitch about it for the rest of the day;
Of course I can understand that when you are trying to park at “your” parking spot in front of your building, that is now occupied, it just ruins your day, even though there is an empty spot ten meters on the left;
Of course I can understand that when someone in the building flushes the toilet, or God forbid, takes a shower at any time after 10 P.M. you just had to call Communal Police on their ass, and now because of them flushing the toilet after 10 P.M. you cannot go to sleep and now your next day is ruined – but ain’t that a good story to bitch about tomorrow on a coffee break?
And of course I can understand that your day is ruined when your coworker didn’t leave a workstation the way she should –actually everything is in their predefined place, except she put this on the place of that, and she put that where clearly is the place for this. And, of course, you gonna bitch about it, you just have to, don’t you?
And of course I can understand that your next five and a half years are ruined when you have to go six months in Military-Civil Service and you’re just killing eight hours every day in some office and you don’t do anything, and you get a salary for that, a salary that is equivalent to a doctor’s salary in my country. (But this, actually, I can understand, but only if the situation is like – you don’t want to spend all that time doing nothing, in vain and you would rather spend all that time doing something productive; or you just don’t feel comfortable letting somebody else controlling your time. Only in those cases I can understand, but five and a half years I could never understand);
Of course I can understand that you are so upset when public transportation is fifteen minutes late and now you are going to bitch about it for the rest of your day, even though you didn’t have any appointment or obligation to meet at that particular time and because of that delay you are not going to be late anywhere.
I know that all the people in the world have their problems, and everybody thinks that their problems are the biggest, the worst.
I can understand.
But it seems that you don’t understand – all of these and many, many more like these are not real problems, they are just nuisances at best, and if that.
