Complaining -- Where Does It Get Us?
If you have read any of my recent posts, I'm sure you can figure out that I'm knee-deep in the middle of a pretty tough semester. So I'll preface this post by saying I recognize that I'm on edge, and probably have a pretty short fuse compared to normal. That being said, I have started to notice that different people handle stress in different ways, and some of them do so by complaining. To some degree, I can sympathize. (Realistically it's what I'm doing right now in this blog). But the more I hear people complain, the more I realize it's a useless coping mechanism.
Certain things are more complaint-worthy than others: like having our two hardest exams on the same day. I can understand that one, and if I'm being honest, I probably had a few things to say about it too. What bothers me is when classmates complain about the material we're covering in class, saying either that we'll never have to use it, or that they don't care about it. For whatever reason, it really gets under my skin.
Maybe it's because I'm partial to neuro, or maybe it's because I'm a huge nerd, but I feel like there's a certain amount of value to everything we learn. There were times when I felt the same way in the past. But as we move forward with our education and I realize the responsibilities that are going to be placed on us, I can't help but embrace a complete knowledge base. I sometimes feel like I'll never know enough.
In case I find myself on the other side of the fence in the future, I'm going to try to remember this post. I'm sure other people have their own pet peeves, but right now, this one seems to be the one that's sticking out the most.