Please indulge me for a moment as I complain about complainers—a sort of meta-complaining, if you will.
I first began to mount this soapbox a few weeks ago after writing a story that said: Met-Ed and Middletown borough have found a way to make needed repairs to an electric station without shutting off power to the town, as previously feared. How did someone react to this good news on the Press And Journal Facebook page? “It must be all about the mighty dollar for Met Ed!”—or something like that.
You can’t just be happy they’re not shutting off your power? Since when did a business operating properly and giving you the service you expect become a bad thing?
When I look around Middletown, sure, I see the problems: dilapidated buildings, crime, etc. But I see lots of things to be thankful for: good, friendly people, food in people’s bellies and shelter over their heads. Great places to eat, good teachers for the kids and sunshine. A river, a train station, and an airport nearby.
I propose that everyone agrees to stop complaining for a month and focus on what we’re thankful for. Perhaps that would give us a new perspective on our problems.
So there. I got that off my chest. Now I feel better.
Boy, complaining really is therapeutic.