March is cruel, in an animal sort of way. Youth has its hormonal surge. More daylight
awakens stirring to get outdoors in us all but the weather (old people always
complain about the weather) always prevents real outdoor activity. All of the
projects put off in the repair department are now visible, compounded by the ‘get
ready for summer’ projects. Frustrations
run high.
And then there are the chronic complainers and whiners (or whingers
if you are in the UK). Generally cooped
up all winter, the complainers emerge in force.
They hog the conversations, imposing their self-absorbed complaints. They confront for no reason. They bollix up
what should be a delightful spring. Their animal spirits are negative. Ignoring
them is difficult, but best.
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