I made the mistake the other night of complaining out loud. It is one thing to complain under your breath so that nobody hears you or knows what you are complaining about, but when you complain out loud, then you run the chance of somebody hearing you.
The somebody I was most concerned about was the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Some things are meant to be kept to yourself and for obvious reasons.
For some reason, who knows what it was, I let my guard down and vocalized my complaining. I must confess that it rather caught me off guard.
“What are you complaining about,” my wife said directing the question to me.
At first, I did not know what she was talking about because I did not realize that I was vocalizing my complaints.
All I could say at the time was, “Did I say that out loud?”
My wife has a delicate way of backing me in a corner where I have to say what is on my mind. Fortunately, I do not have much of a mind for anything to get on. Unfortunately, my tongue is not attached to anything and so it is loosey-goosey.
What I was complaining about were all the crazy people, particularly on television. Just when you think you have seen the most crazy thing, something else or someone else takes the lead in the race to crazyville.
Since my wife asked me, I let go on a very eloquent rant against crazy. At this point, I forget the exact crazy that set me off. But it does not matter. If it were not one thing, it would be another thing. I have tried throughout my life to be an equal crazy complainer. If you are crazy, you can be sure I am going to complain about you.