So I was recently made aware of the existence of whitewhine.com, where people repost examples of other privileged people complaining about petty inconveniences.
I don’t know if it counts as “whitewhining”, but it got me thinking that, honestly, the dominant mode of discourse in my family really is complaining.
That’s weird to say because I consider us a fairly happy lot, but anytime we’re all together, we just bitch about everything! I feel like it’s one way of sharing our day-to-day with each other. It’s the fabric of the way we converse: one person complains, another commiserates, and we strangely feel closer.
And that’s alright with me, but I think it’s also good for state of mind to find absolutely no fault sometimes. Pick something you just can’t complain about no matter how hard you try!
I can’t find a way to make any complaints about:
- Hiking: spending time outside & exercising around nature
- Eating seafood: I learned how in 2009, and now I’m never going to stop!
- My Victoria’s Secret wall: the yellow pinstripes give me a sunny disposition, and they remind me of all my friends who helped me to make them :]
- Champagne cocktails: (pictured here, raspmosa)
- Edible flowers on top of food: (pictured here, nasturtium on poached eggs)