Patient.

I'm so patient, I listen to people complain, trying to see who has it worse off. Well, to be honest, no one who is reading this blog has anything worse off. You probably have a loving family, if you don't have a loving family at least you have loving friends friends, you have food, shelter, warmth, pretty much every necessity.

We're all one step above the Bundrens. Keep that in mind, will you?

Patient is a skill. I try not to complain, or bitch about what's going on about my life, since there's always someone that's there to say, "Oh that sucks, but you know what happened to me?" And then from there, they tell you how much worse their life is and how much you have that they don't. They guilt you, don't let them do that. Just be patient with them and let them rant to you about every single misfortune that they've ever encountered. It gets really frustrating sometimes, but...in the end, remember how you feel about what they told you. You can feel whatever you'd like to feel. Sometimes I feel, worse, better, sorry, bad, pissed off, and I'd be thinking "Well, that's your fault. You brought that upon yourself, smarty. Stop complaining, since you signed up for this knowing what the consequences were."

Sometimes I feel like that. But I never say that, unless I'm in a horrid mood and set on making someone feel bad. Being patient isn't easy. It's almost as hard as the waiting game.

There's no order to this post, it's just a rant.