I always feel slightly attacked when someone says ‘stop complaining’. I’m compelled to respond with, “But you don’t know what I’ve been through, you don’t know my life!” And while my assertion is correct, someone who urges me not to complain is also correct. As positive as a person as I strive to be, I know that I can always find something to complain about. Complaining is contagious--one person starts up and then a whole domino effect takes place. I’m convinced that some friendships were founded upon the mutual desire to complain to one another. While there is a need to vent from time to time, I’ve noticed that complaining often does nothing to solve my problems. In fact, complaining can make existing problems linger.