Why the heck must we, as Newfoundlanders, complain about so many little things each and every day? Whether it be the rain or snow, the wind, the heat, the cold, the frost, the ice and snow in the driveway, or the lack of snowfall, the price of gas or the price of oil.
We complain about health care, the education system, the fishery, the justice system. We complain about our ailments; if I hear my nan complain about her arthritis one more time, I’m shipping her off to a Third World country and she’ll think twice about complaining about that.
Sometimes I think complaining is almost part of our culture, almost a form of introduction or a conversation-starter. It’s a form of expression, somehow. One would think we enjoy complaining because we all do so much of it.
I, for one, admit I complain every once in a while. But some people, my nan included, could easily be put in the “Guinness Book of World Records” for complaining. The point I’m trying to make is so many Newfoundlanders complain about so many different things in the run of a day. I think we all need to take a minute and sit down and just think, is there really that much to complain about in our lives compared to everyone else in the world?