Bitch on the Blog

January 22, 2011

A few down, a lot more to go

Filed under: Communication,Despair — bitchontheblog @ 22:30
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Before we go any further and I proceed, let me tell you two things: I have just met my match (no, not GM), am gutted and despise her  – NOT for being my match but for being a finely chiselled arsehole barely held together by the scaffolding of her brain and having reaffirmed what I have known all my life: Don’t be afraid of dogs, BEWARE of WOMEN. Naturally I haven’t let on, to this my wisdom, to son. It would be presumptious and unfair since I believe that you will only ever be fit to stare life into its evil eye and slay it [life] in a dragon-slayer-manly-type-of-way if you experience it [life] yourself, straight from the horse’s mouth not second hand.

From the above you may deduce that I,  Ursula, am shit at taking advice. Ignore it [advice],  suffer at leisure.

Blogging reminds me of knitting: Have lost my stitch; bear with me whilst I unravel.

U

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5 Comments »

  1. “Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.”
    —Carrie Fisher

    That doesn’t sound like much fun to me, but we all have different tastes.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 22, 2011 @ 23:25 | Reply

  2. GM isn’t so bad & this horrible person must have some good points too. Take that word despise, throw it to the ground, stomp on it ’til it’s a mutilated bloody stump, throw it up into outer space, never to be heard from again.

    But like a friend said, “Should SHOULD be struck from the dictionary.” It’s hard to get rid of words.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — January 22, 2011 @ 23:41 | Reply

  3. Jean, Cynthia, I appreciate you both, for all the so very different strengths you have. What I so much like about both of you is that you actually TRY.
    .
    But neither of you understand. That’s ok. Just because we “connect” with strangers via the internet does not make us less desperate in quest to compute what the hell is going on. Neither is it YOUR responsibility to keep me on an even keel. Fact is: Life is shit for me at the moment (make that the last two point five years). Doesn’t matter. Shit happens. And as long as I can keep myself together during the hours of day and night my son is around – not that he can easily be fooled – it’s ok. But despair is mine. Never anticipated life to be like this. Don’t wish it on anyone. The Consortium talking about revenge. Give me a break. I have seen so much crap in my life – yet have never ever wished anything bad on anyone. Never. I know I am mega critical, vicious with my tongue to those I believe can take it but truth is … Doesn’t matter. I am so bloody finished I don’t know what to do any longer. If it weren’t for the angel I sometimes wish I had never been born. But, of course, without my coming to be and my having met his father he wouldn’t be around. I hope he won’t regret it. I am sorry, Cynthia and Jean, and I’ll probably hate myself once I have pressed the send button (at least I am authentic as in “truthful), but life is not to be taken lightly. If only we were able to acknowledge that we are in this shithole together, with BHB looking at the stars and Conrad and Magpie naming them [the stars that is], life would be great; we could borrow each others’ handkerchiefs to wipe our dripping noses and tears and that would be that. Not sure about Ramana’s role: He could make copious cups of tea and/or put the washing machine on. Since there is such comfort in feeding the masses you’ll find cakes, bread and muffins in my oven. Ashok might oblige by building a case and GM might lose even more weight. In which case we could ship her to either NY’s or Paris’s Vogue offices.

    I’ll end this pathetic comment of mine on a Ramana and quote: “Man is an island”. If only. Sometimes I think I am an offcut of, say, Tobago, floating towards the Bermuda Triangle.

    Hugs, kisses, much hope, and thanks to both of you,
    U

    Comment by Ursula — January 23, 2011 @ 01:13 | Reply

  4. “But neither of you understand.” Of course not. That’s the guaranteed consequence of your being so private about details. It’s not clear we would understand anyway, but there’s no way of telling. So we’ll have to settle for you knowing we’re wishing you well.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 23, 2011 @ 02:43 | Reply


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