I spent sometime today with a person that always seems to be pressed on their luck. Normally, I would choose to not subject myself to become a sounding board to continuous complaints and excuses, but sometimes in order to get something you want, you have to deal with those you’d rather not. As they were excusing themselves for not having a job, or not working or why this didn’t work out, all due to their parents’ illnesses and decade-plus-ago death, I was thinking to myself, this person really has a low ‘wah factor’. Let’s face it: we all cry “wah”, we all find ourselves complaining, or irritated or up against hard times, but come on… how long are you going to cry about something? AND when is it a good time to cry about something? What is one’s threshold or tolerance before they start bitching to everyone about it? And how long can they go on… and on… and on… about it, before making a change and doing something about it. Have you ever read the book, “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff– and It’s All Small Stuff?” If you haven’t, you should, if you’re a worrier or a complainer, you should, if you think you’re not a worrier or a complainer– you should. It’s a short read, a good back-of-the-toilet-book.
So, what is your “wah factor”? What is your tolerance for life’s mishaps? When does your outcry begin? After a bad morning? After a bad week? I would be willing to be the ones with the lowest “wah factors” tend to fall into ruts most often, and tend to share their poisonous negativity (aka bitching) the most often.
Don’t you just love a good story of perseverance and commitment in all things? The Rudy’s, The Chris Gardner’s, The Abraham Lincoln’s. Take a look at any of those stories, that is a true American example of a very high wah-factor.








