No one likes a complainer. I don’t like them. I avoid them. Complainers are are a greasy thumb print on the lens of my rose colored glasses.
I do however like to make the occasional sarcastic comment myself. That’s different. It’s my hobby. It’s all I have. Let me have that.
Not so fast. As bad as the complaining pessimist is the pushy optimist. They take the fun out of what I like to call ironic insight. The optimism police won’t let me get one snide comment out without beating me over the head with their police stick of “at least” arguments:
At least there’s another bus in 30 minutes.
At least you still have a job.
At least you have overdraft protection.
At least no one got killed.
At least you didn’t contract a flesh eating virus.
At least we didn’t all burst into flames.
At least it’s a field rat, and not a city rat.
Please, just keep it to yourself.
I know about the cup argument too. Is it half empty, or half full? Maybe we just need a smaller cup.