I don’t know about you, but I like to be happy. Seems like a no-brainer, but there are those who actively seek out misery. We probably all know at least one. They are the perpetual victims, the taken-advantage-of, the belittled, the cheated, the unlucky, the left behind. Someone is always trying to steal a little bit of their happiness. Let me just say for the record: no one has to steal it from them because they throw it away. What a terrible, terrible waste.
My granddaughter has a name for people who do that. When she sees someone engaging in poor-poor-pitiful-me behavior she scrunches up her nose and says, “Whiner McGee.” She’s barely six. The child is six years old and she already knows that the mindset that leads people to gripe and call foul is self-inflicted victimization…and is foolish.
My take on the Whiner McGee folks is that their dissatisfaction stems from what I said up at the top of the page. You can live true to who you are or in a constant state of trying to please other people. I think trying to please someone, a bunch of someones, or some inner-perception of who you should be or who you would like people to think you are, rather than just being whoever you really are, could turn anyone into a Whiner McGee. Who wouldn’t be unhappy conducting an outward life that doesn’t match the inner one? Phony Baloney is destined to morph into Whiner McGee.
The solution? Own it. We have the right and the responsibility to own our lives. To look inside and honor the person we find. Not the person we wish we’d found, but the one we actually find. If we don’t honor that person, why, exactly, would we expect anyone else to?
Written for this week’s GBE topic: Ownership