Whine, moan, complain – it's cathartic. Those who keep their complaints to themselves are doomed to implode. Yes, I lead a very happy life – with two very happy dogs and one very happy fiancee. When I complain, it's because I'm trying to get something off of my chest. There's nothing wrong with complaining, so long as you know what you're complaining about (and not necessarily complaining for the sake of complaining). My thoughts, unshared, don't do anybody any good. And instead of registering a complaint with any given marketing department, I choose to do it where anybody can read it. I'm just venting steam, realizing that I need to find another way to let my negative opinions go. Was I not conditioned to look on the bright side of life?