We Are Literally Getting Paid to Complain

We are literally getting paid to complain.

Deep sighs, eye rolls, Slack threads about that vendor, whispers about the boss, the passive aggressive exhale when a new task lands on your desk. All of it is billable hours.

The moment you truly catch yourself doing it, it feels disgusting. Like catching your own reflection in the worst possible light.

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That is the sneak attack.

It never announces itself. It rides in on social proof. Everyone else is doing it, so it feels normal. Safe. Even bonding. Until one day you realize the soundtrack of your workday is resentment on loop and you are humming right along.

I have been watching it lately. Coworkers venting about everything. The process, the deadlines, the delays, the meetings that should have been emails. It is constant and low level, like the default setting of the place.

And I felt it trying to pull me in again. That familiar tug in the chest, the urge to sigh along, to nod, to add my two cents to the chorus. I did not say it out loud this time, but the resentment was rising anyway. That is when the disgust hit me: this is ugly. This is the culture trying to rewrite me if I let it. This is me risking the slow erosion of the one thing no one can give me and no one can take away: my peace, my integrity, my core values.

Complaint culture spreads like a low grade fever. It bonds people in the moment but quietly poisons everything else. Your focus. Your creativity. Your reputation. Most of all your self respect. The more you join in, the more you start protecting the complaint instead of protecting what actually matters.

I refuse to play that game.

We have to remember who we are.

Who are you?

Because I am a creative person with limitless possibilities. I am. And I know you are too.

Following the crowd never got us anywhere. The greatest people in the world got there because they were different and did not follow the crowd.

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Steve Jobs was told a computer for regular people was ridiculous. He built Apple anyway.

Elon Musk was laughed at for wanting reusable rockets and electric cars for the masses. He kept going until the world changed.

Oprah Winfrey was fired from her first TV job for being unfit for television. She built an empire on being exactly who she was.

J.K. Rowling was rejected by twelve publishers and living on welfare. She refused to water down her story, and Harry Potter became a global phenomenon.

None of them joined the chorus of that will never work. They protected their own signal while everyone else was just noise.

So when the sighs start, when the Slack thread turns into a complaint club, when the easy bonding of resentment feels tempting, pause. Ask yourself: Who am I right now? Am I the creative with limitless possibilities, or am I just another voice in the background music?

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Protect your peace.

Protect your integrity.

Protect your values.

Because the moment you remember who you actually are, the crowd loses its power over you.

And if you are reading this and something inside you just nodded, welcome. This is the kind of place I try to build here. Honest. No fluff. A little chaos wrapped in cotton candy starlight. Drop one way you are protecting your signal this week in the comments. I read every single one.

See you in the next one, starlight.

Neon