Some people possess the uncanny ability of being dissatisfied with every thing they possess. These connoisseurs of discontent are never satisfied, regardless of the abundance that comes their way. Their tea or soup is always too hot or too cold, but never just right. If you give them a goose that lays golden eggs, they’ll complain that it shits every day and makes noise sometimes.

They turn molehills into mountains. A slight discomfort becomes a cause of endless lamenting or cribbing for days or weeks. Adjusting or compromising is absent in their list of abilities. And if they adjust or compromise a bit by any chance sometime, they will ensure that you are reminded about it regularly.

But this is not their greatest talent. Their best shot lies in making people around them uncomfortable. For this, they might even resort to advanced tools like uncomfortable facial gestures or signage, or maybe, just the airing of contagious bad vibes. They ensure that the people around them also suffer a significant amount of their dissatisfaction and get dragged into their vortex of negativity.

I often wonder what fuels their insatiable appetite for dissatisfaction. Is it their deep-seated fear of contentment, a worry that if they ever admitted to being satisfied, the universe might conspire to take it all away? Do they believe that constant criticism equates to intellectual sophistication? If yes, where did they learn all these?

I think these are the people who turn into ghosts after they die, as “rest in peace” won’t work on them. How can they lie in peace when chaos was all where they lived in? As ghosts, they probably roam around scaring people who are happy and content with their lives. But that’s a story for another day.