Bemoan: (v) to express discontent or sorrow over something.
“Tell me how you feel.”
I hear these words spoken to me from time to time by individuals who think they are trying to tap into my inner soul to garner the essence of my honest emotions.
I don’t have honest emotions–I have temporary emotions.
Things cross my mind or fester in my heart and for the time being seem to be very important, yet dissipate quickly, like a springtime sprinkle of rain on a car windshield.
Yet if I opened up to you about these sensations, you might become convinced that they really had great significance.
Then I’m stuck with you considering me weak, turmoiled or limited in my ability to problem-solve.
So how can I be a candid human being and also adequately cautious that I’m not casting the pearls of my passing bemoaning in front of pig-headed evaluators?
For everything that scratches my itch or itches my scratch is not really important enough to share for the public purview.
Therefore, every time we run across a difficulty that temporarily sidelines our ability to reason, it is not necessary to put out a press release.
I call it the “two-hour rule.” If two hours of passing time, careful consideration, prayer, sense of humor and intelligent thinking it over don’t alleviate the situation, then maybe I should take a moment and air it out.
But the last thing in the world I want to become known for is being a soul who bemoans every time I lose 75 cents in the snack machine.