Bitch on the Blog

July 5, 2010


Filed under: Communication,Despair,Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 19:32

Sweethearts, you don’t know what you are missing. In these dire days, every so often, I throw myself at the keyboard to shoot out little morsels of ideas, thoughts, self pity. All by way of light relief.

Before I can hit the publish button, indeed the save draft button, life intervenes. Which is good. Life’s major purpose is to intervene. Once I return to screen I realise it’s all just so much rubbish and that’s why I love both the delete and backspacing buttons. You have purged yourself yet spared everyone else.





  1. Your every little thought is welcome & not rubbish. We’re all familiar with the publish/send, draft, delete & backspacing buttons, so we are at one with you, feel a connection sort-of. When you give us references or words we’re not familiar with, there’s Google. You brighten days. Even your thoughts on suicide are funny. (Gaelikaa, I have a weird sense of humoUr.)

    Comment by bikehikebabe — July 5, 2010 @ 19:57 | Reply

    • I am not so good this minute, Bike Hike Babe. At least son is away in motherland so he can’t witness my despair and I am free to let tears fall where there are falling. Whilst by temperament laid back he gets quite angry when his mother is distressed. Recently life has not so much thrown me anchors as docked me in a still-water dead harbour.

      Expectations of me always so high I can’t talk to anyone.



      Comment by Ursula — July 6, 2010 @ 10:21 | Reply

      • You leave me speechless. But right now I have to rescue an excellent condition tent that the neighbor has out for the trash, that my foodnerd. com leader wants to make patches for her other tent. ???

        Comment by bikehikebabe — July 6, 2010 @ 13:06 | Reply

        • Yes, I too could do with a tent.

          It’s alright, Bike Hike Babe. I’ll pull myself out of my current shithole. Come hell (which it is) or high water (tomorrow).

          It’s odd how one throws oneself at the kindness of strangers when you can’t talk to your own (original) family. Am not sure what constitutes a nervous breakdown but – at an educated guess – am heading for one.

          Stay speechless, BHB. This is what I hate about blogging: It becomes a diary, a running commentary on one’s life. Diary? Diaries are to be kept private. That’s the whole point of them.

          Have to regroup – as they say. Wish I weren’t so tired.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — July 6, 2010 @ 13:55 | Reply

        • This is a male trait, wanting to fix things— but it must be menopause. I felt weepy when I was going through that.

          Comment by bikehikebabe — July 6, 2010 @ 13:56 | Reply

          • Don’t believe everything you hear (or read). There is so much stereotyping crap out there about tantrums, teenagers, PMT, PMS, the menopause, midlife crisis … whatever.

            Life is life. One stage at a time. And not everyone auditions in Stratford-upon-Avon.

            Better get on with my own drama before the curtain falls.


            Comment by bitchontheblog — July 6, 2010 @ 14:03 | Reply

            • You enjoy drama? I do too.

              Comment by bikehikebabe — July 6, 2010 @ 14:10 | Reply

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