What to do with the whiners

Whiners. They piss everyone off. Infantile, irresponsible, ungrateful, novarossi — grow up already! Ashamed to be a victim. Ashamed to talk about it. You should be ashamed! Inside the quiet rage on this frenzied, unreasonable stubbornness, vulnerability and weakness.And they go and go with my pain, and it all hurts and hurts, and they whine and whine, and picks open the wound. How dare you still be sick when we have done so much. Where constructive? Stop bothering others with their bleeding stumps of soul, go to a psychologist already, eh.





And really, none of us, soderjaschihsya, the victorious, the survivors, cope with or without, is not obliged to work free therapist. We are all with the fury of the neophyte know that needs adult responsible person. What the hell sense when we have already made, simply remaining silent in their anger. It's such a nice feeling of moral superiority over all these weak whiners, what we and the pain climbed Everest.

In General, to defeat your demons is very cool. Walk from resentment to forgiveness – cool. Learn self-support, independence – cool. Be wise – cool and pleasant. Bonuses, webinars, recognition, letters of appreciation to the PM.

 





And they have nothing. No support, no strength, no faith in themselves or the courage or constructive. Only fear and pain. They are treading water in it, like a festering splinter, and can't break free from the trap of the victim. Despise it, a terrible place from which we once escaped – they remind us of him. The pain, the vulnerability, the loneliness. And we don't want to know don't want to see and hear, we want active position determination. And for some reason they are there, stuck in the feeling of pain and resentment.

But you can't not feel the pain and hurt, or someone, or themselves. You can not feel anything. Forget, alcohol or contempt for those who feel, who has not yet reached, not grown, not matured, is not easy. Who are just at the beginning, which we have proudly passed.

To get a butterfly, she needs to be a caterpillar, she needs zakuklitsya. When you get behind the wings, so easy contemptuously to go about “born to crawl”. Well, here you are crawling, well, here I sit stupidly and whine, and now what?

And now learn to respect the path of those who are still in the cocoon, and is not able to think about the wings. published

 

Author: Olga Nechaeva



Source: www.womanfrommars.com/thoughts-aloud/moaners/