Okay, Generation O’ Mine. You ready for a firm talking to? Cause you need it. And quite frankly, your attitude of late is just begging for this.
So, tuck in your toes, put on that protective cup, and listen for a sec.
Your attitude stinks. No, really. It does. Negativity, like so many other things, is a choice. A choice! Now, I get it. We have all sorts of disorders these days. Things that I promise never to make light of.
There are things in our backgrounds that have the potential to make day-to-day living more difficult for some of us. And then, of course, there’s the Monday-Friday craziness of it all, but there are healthy ways to vent. If you can’t find a sympathetic friend, there are talented counselors out there–many of whom work for free–who will gladly sit down and be all kinds of helpful.
Facebook is not the place for your poorly thought out rants. Twitter doesn’t need vitriol spewed in 140 words or less. And don’t even get me started on Myspace.
If you have a perspective you’d like to share–a well-thought, well-worded perspective–then, by all means, find a place to chat it up. If you’ve got a quirky, humorous one-liner, I’m all ears. But, this haphazard shooting off your mouth has got to stop.
That weapon of mass destruction you just have to get off your chest may be one that sinks my battleship.
So, take some responsibility for you, your mouth, and your brain. The stuff you vomit into the atmosphere is contagious, clinging to folks who’d rather avoid whatever grumpy illness is feeding on those texting fingers of yours. For goodness’ sake, cheer up.
Make the choice. Spew some good attitude on the next passerby.
That’s a contagion we could use a little more of this season.
I’m done. < End Rant >