Ima Whiner

So I'm a whiner sometimes. Ok, maybe more than sometimes, but who isn't, right? Well, today I realized how really annoying and obnoxious whiners are, and have since resolved to correct my ways. I have this "friend" (ok, so we're not really friends. We are just forced to associate with each other daily) who only complains to me about our other "friends" and nothing else. That is seriously basically the ONLY thing she talks to me about. Now I'm quite a patient person, but I really am kind of sick of her complaining and whining about our "friends" and the messes they leave. So I avoid her.

Anyways, the point of my story is that I have realized one essential quality my future husband must have, and that is to be able to withstand my complaining and whining on a daily basis. Now that will be quite the big feat to find someone like that, but you know what? I have found him. He's only a friend, sometimes a big brother, sometimes my supporter and confidant, other times I don't know what we are, but we are as close as two people 1000 miles away can be. He listens to my endless complaints about everything, from awful assignments, to boy problems, to bipolar UT weather, to fruitless job hunts, to my friend's loser boyfriends or my own lack thereof. He listens to it all. Patiently. And mind you, my complaints of the friend's bf has been going on for almost 2 years and he STILL listens patiently. How in the world are we even still friends you ask? Well, I'm convinced we're meant to be. Now I've just got to convince him.