I’m beginning to think I’m a big whiny baby
I do a lot of complaining and wishing some things were different (not most things, just some things). And yes, I’m working to change those things, but to some extent, I need to just handle them better.
I don’t want to talk about that, though.
An old man and I bonded over the too-green bananas in the produce section at Giant this evening. He tore two off of their bunch and said, “You don’t want to buy them when they’re too ripe because you have to eat them all at once or they’ll go bad.” My response, “I see your point, but if they’re too green, you have to wait a long time before they ripen. What if you wanted one with breakfast tomorrow?” We understood each other. But now I have too-green bananas.