Glass jar

Basically I want something that uses me up, even though I might complain about it. That's my right, to complain, if I'm using myself up. I know others close to me would prefer that I don't complain, they either want me to be happy or are tired of hearing me, or both.

I try to be thoughtful of others and to keep my complaining to myself by either entering them by hand into a notebook where no one else can see them or cramming them into a glass jar of fine artisanal cheese made in Pescadero, Ca.

I forfeit any right to complain if I'm not using myself up; then I'm only complaining to complain.