Bitch on the Blog

March 15, 2011

Dying

Filed under: Communication — bitchontheblog @ 22:12

Just about had it. David aka Magpie 11 aka Daphne, him being the kindest person in recent months to be introduced into my life, please do not be disappointed: Air will turn blue here. Big time. Just about had it – repeating myself.

Jean asks me what the difference is between “getting knickers in twist” and my “being upset“.  What’s the difference? For fuck’s sake, Jean, where have you been on this planet in the last, I don’t know, say 70 years?

The difference is that when you are upset you walk the park (and harbour) tears rolling down your face, knife twisting in your own heart – not that of others.

I do not subscribe to your knickers in a twist. You protest so much, Jean. To your playfulness. You are not playful. You keep telling people to losen up. Ok, Jean, why not start at your own doorstep: Losen up. You so playful, always putting a positive spin on everything, never having worn scent because you are oh so “playful”, so not “grown up”.  Jean, grow up. You won’t have much more chance to do so.  That’s why the likes of BHB and my mother – grown up – may hanker after their childhood, not withstanding hardship at the time, loving and devoting themselves to husband and children acquired in later years. Neither does either deny that life is shit at times. You, Jean, are so in denial. Wish I could take you for a walk and make you stare into abyss. Might wake you up.

I am on a mission now. Not with you Jean. I will hand it to you that you have spent time on me. Heaven forbid – Time on Me? The shit some of you make me out to be? Save all your breaths. Particularly you, GM. You are one of a kind I am so lucky never having encountered in real life.

BHB – I am very fond of, will forgive her anything. Yet, and it’s a fact, she will hang her flag catching any  favourable wind.

Ramana is so weak I don’t know why I – in jest – suggested to share my bed with him. He’d never get it up.

Nick. Least said the better.

Looney – don’t know. He is a challenge. Can’t make head or tail of him yet. Hope there then.

Con. Don’t trust him.

gaelikaa. Her prose stinks (not in content, only style). But the woman has gumption. And for that I salute her.

 So that’s me done.

Kiss, kiss, what a pleasure it’s been.

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12 Comments »

  1. Well, I can see why you might not trust me, because we have knocked heads and our understanding of each other is sometimes not the best. I don’t trust you, either. But, my mistakes are usually more from being a dumb shit than malice, although I do have a temper. Yours may be the same.

    Comment by Conrad — March 15, 2011 @ 22:24 | Reply

  2. You’ve summed me up to a tee. …”she will hang her flag catching any favourable wind.” I think you nailed (hit nail on head ) with everyone else too. In Jean’s defense, since I know her so well, “situations” (I saw Jersey Shore- TV, once) don’t get her down.

    Comment by bikehikebabe — March 15, 2011 @ 22:25 | Reply

  3. You don’t trust me either, eh, bhb? Damn, I forgot! This is the Ides of March.

    Comment by Conrad — March 15, 2011 @ 22:28 | Reply

  4. Ah, you mistake my cheerfulness for denial. Nope, it’s sheer defiance.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — March 15, 2011 @ 23:06 | Reply

    • That defiance stuck next to a smiley face is probably why I’ve always perceived you as passive-aggressive. Because, essentially you are.

      Comment by Conrad — March 15, 2011 @ 23:23 | Reply

      • I know Jean well. She isn’t passive-aggressive. She speaks her mind, but in a kind way.
        Hey, labeling people is suppose to be a no-no, but if you think she is, it’s your call to say so.

        Comment by bikehikebabe — March 16, 2011 @ 23:14 | Reply

        • I am having trouble figuring out what is a no-no and what is not over here, bhb. In Jean’s terms, as per her link below, I am just trying to avoid being eaten by a crocodile right now. At this point, I can definitely answer the questions that will allow me to survive with no concerns.

          Comment by Conrad — March 16, 2011 @ 23:47 | Reply

          • Well alright. Maybe Jean is passive-aggresive sometimes, but the new term for that is “Poking”.

            Comment by bikehikebabe — March 17, 2011 @ 00:54 | Reply

            • Is it really that passive? I agree with BHB, gentle poking is probably more accurate.

              Comment by Cheerful Monk — March 17, 2011 @ 02:07 | Reply

  5. Con, I can see how you might interpret some teasing as passive-aggressive, just as some seeming kindnesses can be perceived as condescending and manipulative. Human interactions can indeed be interesting.

    But my “defiance” wasn’t about interpersonal interactions. It was more existential than that. Ursula wrote,

    “Neither does either deny that life is shit at times. You, Jean, are so in denial. Wish I could take you for a walk and make you stare into abyss. Might wake you up.”

    Actually, Ursula, I discovered that abyss when I was ten years old, so much of my adolescence was spent figuring out how to deal with it. See At Home in the Universe, Building a Solid Foundation and About Cheerful Monk.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — March 16, 2011 @ 22:06 | Reply

    • Jean, this entry by you is greatly appreciated by me. It really isn’t the defiance or the teasing that have my whiteys in a wad – if that were the case, I’d be the biggest hypocrite in the universe rather than just a more minor one – it was that I sometimes felt the smiley face didn’t actually match what you were expressing. Sometimes, I thought it was a bit more than good natured poking, I felt it was a comment with serious intent. Those are the times when I think the smiley face doesn’t fit.

      That you faced the existential abyss so young is an amazing thing and sad in consideration of it. That isn’t what childhood should be for. Still, it was what it was and I can definitely see how it would pave the path of a life. Considering that, and considering your intelligence which has always been obvious, what you have done with that life is a tribute to a fine spirit and I applaud you.

      Thank you for taking the time and the consideration of what I was experiencing to communicate this. It makes me feel much better.

      Comment by Conrad — March 24, 2011 @ 15:49 | Reply

  6. Link to About Cheerful Monk didn’t work above. Hope this one works.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — March 16, 2011 @ 22:08 | Reply


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