Kvetch is one of my favorite words. Why? Because it sounds exactly like what it is: complaining. And there is the added bonus of those hard syllables that give you a satisfaction akin to less polite words. Ahem. Today I thought about making a big long list of everything that bugs me. A real list that I could post to air all of my grievances. A kvetch list. A kvetch list. A kvetch list (three times fast is hard to say and makes it funny).
My name is AngryBaker and I am a kvetcher. A terrific kvetcher. I started the list in my head and it got embarrassingly long really quick. Not only long, but incredibly specific and petty. (This is the part where I remember the phone call I had with Tall Skinny Girl and shift my finger in her direction. Thanks for getting me all worked up! Too bad the only kind of energy I’m feeling is the heat of righteous indignation.)
You know, I want to be better. Really, I do. I want to have nice things to say all of the time. The problem is I have to think those things first. Yeah there’s plenty of fake nice going around, but I want the truly nice, the truly good. It does exist. I know a few goodies to the core and they inspire me. I think I need to take LegoManiac’s misnomer as personal advice. I’m referring to his talk of a New Year’s revolution. I need a personal revolution.