That’s a conversation I ran into this morning at our 7-11. While, randomly enough, turning in some of my own lottery tickets! Hah! (I received some as stocking stuffer gifts this Christmas (love that!) and won a whopping $8.00 :))
Let me set the scene for you:
- The person who spouted this was a male
- Probably in his 50’s, maybe even 60’s
- He was a heavy smoker (the air wreaked around him)
- He didn’t have a full set of teeth
- He worked in construction/paving (at least I assumed so by his outfit)
- And he was friends with the cashier – who was giving this gentlemen ideas on how to save some money after he was complaining about always being broke
- The guy was listening, but not really listening. He seemed to enjoy complaining more than he wanted a solution.
- By the time I left he must have been on his 5th or 6th scratcher
Now, as you can already tell this guy wasn’t in the best of shape physically. Nor, mentally, for that matter – at least in terms of finances (I tried to stick around and eavesdrop as long as I could but eventually ran out of ideas to make myself appear busy ;)). I wanted so bad to jump in and shake him, but I also knew it wasn’t any of my business, nor would I really change his mind anyways. He was pretty set in his ways, and I’d probably be too at 50. Plus, he looked pretty scrappy and I didn’t want to be on the opposite end of a fist ;)
Still, it saddened me. This poor guy seemed to be living paycheck to paycheck without any real hope whatsoever. And, let’s be honest, with an outlook like that how could he?
It actually reminded me of something a friend once told me that merits repeating:
“If you’re going to complain about something, be prepared to take action!”
I literally hear her voice almost every day. It’s amazing how many times I catch my friends or myself (or, apparently random strangers I run into) blowing smoke all over the place without any real intention of doing anything about it. Not that everything is always inside our control or that we’re not allowed to vent or whatever – we are, of course – but more often than not we waste a lot of energy with nothing productive to show for it. Or, worse, we annoy our friends ;) (I should have asked her what she does when she realizes she’s smack dab in the middle of a good bitch-fest?!)
Anyways, the point of all this today is to:
- Try to catch yourself the next time you complain w/out any real purpose
- Get a roommate and stop buying lottery tickets* if you’re dead broke!
I get that it’s hard to sacrifice, but if you want a desired outcome sometimes you’ve gotta own up and take one for the team (that is, the team of YOU). Or, at the very least, keep it to yourself and spare the rest of us the drama.**
Count how many times you come across this over the week ;)
** I give you permission to bitch at me, though, but only if I can then blog about it.
* I’m still a huge fan of playing the lottery, but only as a form of entertainment. Like, when your livelihood doesn’t depend on it.