Less Miserables

I know some of you will be lightning fast at trying to point out the irony in my saying this, but people need to stop fucking complaining so much.

Lower your fingers and close your mouths, I'm not done yet. Hear me out.

There's a rather significant difference between ranting and raving and carrying on about important shit like war, famine, disease, corruption, and an egregious lack of booze in the fridge, and stupid, petty-ante bullshit like whether or not some moderately famous, disgustingly rich celebrity lip-synched, lied, or faked an orgasm. Way too many people are shrugging and accepting the former while stomping their feet at the latter.

And the ridiculous outrage at the insignificant doesn't stop there. It seems the less important the problem, the angrier people are about it.

As a perfect example, as I sit here on the train on my way to work, there's a 4 or 5 year old kid a couple seats down, sitting with an angry gorilla that I can only assume is his mother. He's not doing any thing of consequence, just playing with a leapfrog game, or a DS, or something. He's being quiet, but every now and again, asking the silverback a question (assumingly seeking help while he plays an educational game). Her response, rather than to even bother looking, is to explode into a poo-flinging frenzy of "fucks, motherfuckings, and "I'm a slap yous."

Why?

Why is this kid being punished for sitting quietly and trying to learn something, yet there are constantly screaming hooligans running up and down the train whose parents sit staring with glazed-over eyes bopping their heads to their iphone playlist like they've come down with some sort of bizarre urban palsy?

It's senseless. Anger is fine. Anger can be good. Anger can sometimes be fun. What we need is more sensible, focused anger, and a lot less miserable motherfuckers.