Bestfriend - 3am Conversation - Complaining

Transcript

Could you just be quiet for one second? Just one second. All right? I'm going to talk now.

Look, we've been best friends for a very, very long time, right? Would you consider me like your best, like, friend ever? I don't mean to get all like elementary school right now, but I'm a really close friend of yours.

I consider you my best friend, all right? When I tell you this, I am telling you this because I'm your best friend, because I care about you, because I love you, and because I want everything great happening in your life right now and in the future, okay? First off, you need to fucking stop with the whining, with the complaining, all right? That's all you do.

You're just complaining all the time, oh, my life is shit, oh, my life is that, oh, I get the worst luck ever, why does everything happen to me, blah, blah, blah. Stop the fucking complaining, all right? Nothing is going to change if all you do is complain.

You're saying that you hate this job that you're at, but what are you doing to change it? What are you doing? Like for real, all you do is complain.

If you were to send out applications to other places, to other jobs, as much as you complain about this one, I assure you that you'd already have another job, and you wouldn't be complaining about this one. You'd probably, though, be complaining about the new one, because all you do is fucking complain, all right? You need to fucking switch it up.

Be thankful you have a fucking job, and you have a good job, by the way, a really good job, all right? You need to stop fucking complaining about every single little thing. It's all right to have a bad day and be like, fuck, today was a horrible day, I hate it, whatever.

That's fine, but when you complain about every single tiny thing, every fucking day, it gets tiring, all right? Besides, if all you do is fucking complain, I'm saying it again, what's going to happen? What's going to change? Because complaining is just words, there's no action there.

If you had actions going into this, if you were doing other things, trying to move things around, trying to change your luck, how do you expect to get lucky if you don't do anything? I'm sorry, I'm just calling it how it is. I can't take it anymore.

I fucking can't. And it hurts me even more knowing that you are a very capable person. You are.

But you're shooting your own fucking foot by just complaining every fucking day and not doing anything. Like, for real. Look at me.

Don't look away now. Yeah, don't fucking do that shit. You're literally just bitching and complaining.

You're not doing anything. And I fucking care about you, and it saddens me that you see yourself this way, that you see your life this way. No.

No, I'm not going to take anything back. And I'm glad that I finally told you all this shit, because I've been thinking about this for weeks now. It just gets too much.

I didn't want to say this, but I realize now that if I never, if I don't say these things, you won't change, okay? You won't change. You might not even realize what you're doing.

You've gotten too complacent with whining. Look, it's okay to whine. It's okay to complain.

The only thing that bothers me is that you're doing it all the fucking time, and you're not doing anything at all to get you out of what you're complaining about. That's the main thing. If you fucking sent out, like, 200 applications to JARBS and then came to me and complained, then it'd be alright.

How many fucking applications have you sent? Come on. Three.

Three. Three. And then you're, like, really complaining about not getting any job offers, or not getting called back.

It's three fucking jobs. You have to send out at least, I'm talking about at least, you gotta get in the double digits. You gotta literally go at least ten.

And then I'd be like, okay, fuck, that's a lot of fucking resumes to send out, or, like, fill out and shit. Alright? Then I'd be like, fuck.

You know what I mean? And then I'd join you in your complaining. But three com- Seriously? No.

It's not just that. It's not just your job. You complain about everything.

Yesterday you complained for thirty fucking minutes that they didn't give you enough napkins at McDonald's. You kidding me right now? They never give us fucking napkins! At least yesterday they gave us some, and then you were still complaining about the fact that they didn't give you enough.

Nah. You're just looking for any excuse to just hate on everything. To just complain about everything.

And I'm sick of it. I'm done. I don't know what it is.

You know? You didn't used to even complain this much before. I don't get what it is.

But you're better than this. You can do a lot better. And I know that you have it in you to get whatever job you want, to do whatever it is that you want in your life.

So I'm sorry if this is, you know, harsh or whatever, but you needed to hear it. And I'm fucking glad that I told you. So I don't know.

Today I kind of want to just chill. I love you so much. I never want to lose you.

You know? Best fucking friend. You're my best friend.

But you need your time, and I need my time. I'm going to call you tomorrow, we can have dinner or something, just give this some time for you to meditate around it and figure out what you think it is, because I just want what's best for you. So anyways, yeah.

I'm going to head out now, and I'll fucking text you. So yeah.