Complaining Pt. 1

Fourth post, I just got a little inspiration while chatting with a friend on MSN.

Q: Why do we humans keep complaining?

A: We complain usually because it's a habit. When we are unhappy with something, but are too helpless or lazy to do something about it, we complain.

BSA: Firstly, we complain because we can. If you ever see or hear some cat complaining that it's master forgot to feed it lasagne, well, you've probably been watching too much Garfield.

Secondly, we complain because it's a way to let out the unhappy tension that we have coiled inside of us. You know, when the neighbour upstairs won't stop skipping his rope despite the fact that he's been supersized many times over. Maybe he's skipping cause his wife complained that he's flattening her in bed. Well whatever, I know one thing, you don't skip for 2 hours on end when your poor neighbour downstairs is trying to get some sleep.

Like, the last thing I need while trying to catch some sleep is an earthquake whose epicenter comes from ABOVE. I believe the fat bastard is also probably complaining whilst skipping, like one curse word per skip. Of course he can't beat the poor fellow below who is cursing at him from below at the rate of 300cpm (curses per min). Ok, I've just let out most of the tension, despite the fact that I don't happen to have any neighbour like that haha, then again, somebody's been hanging wet clothes out to drip on mine...ARGH!

Thirdly, it's an outlet of expression. The blues basically came from the first generation of black slaves in America (no, this is not bullshit). The other outlet is metal, where the complaints usually take on a more violent tone hehe. Hmm, I'll try to craft a BSB (Bullshit Blues) song. Here goes!

I was lying on my bed, trying to get some sleep
I was lying on my bed, trying to get some sleep
But some fat bastard above me, had begun to skip
...some fat bastard above me, had begun to skip
Sounds crazy, but the whole world started shakin'
One man and a rope, caused a whole lot of quakin'
So I took my guitar in hand, plugged into my amp
Cranked it up to 10, and jammed a basic vamp
Started singing this song, telling him to stop
Fatso wouldn't listen, he continued to hop
So on and on I played, getting noisier every minute
The police came a knockin' and I had to stop it
But before they left, they heard a loud rumbling
Then they realised, it was fatso they should be whacking! :P

Anyone who might happen to want to plagiarise the lyrics, go ahead, bullshit is free.

Oh man, I'll stop this post here, maybe I'll continue my analysis of the human psyche to complain on my next posting, in the meantime, I need to go play my guitar hehehe...