(I apologize for the tardiness of this post...I forgot to schedule it, so I missed a day!)
I think we tend to bitch about things without thinking about WHAT we are complaining about. Let me tell you a little story to illustrate my point.
My husband is a whistler. He whistles when he's happy, he whistles when he's working, he whistles when he's in the shower and he whistles when he's .... well, breathing. Twenty-seven years ago, his whistling was getting on my nerves. He would whistle when I was on the phone or trying to listen to something else, and it was starting to annoy me.
And then one day I read a letter to Dear Abby while I was eating my lunch. A lady wrote in to comment on a previous letter-writer who had complained to Abby about her husband's constant humming. The lady wrote to say that her late husband had been a hummer, too, and now that he was gone, she would give anything to hear his absentminded humming.
That was the day the whistling stopped bothering me.