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March 30, 2012

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Filed under: Psychology — bitchontheblog @ 06:06
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News on the blot front: It’s no better. A mirror has become an instrument of torture to me. In absence of veils I am considering a fringe. I don’t want a fringe. I don’t even like curtains. Which is why we live in a gold fish bowl.

My own flesh and blood, in a last ditch attempt to keep his mother happy, has turned to lying: “No, Mama, it doesn’t show.  It’s not noticeable at all.” Thank you, so kind. I am not blind yet. To keep things in perspective I remind myself of a long held conviction: Any of our blemishes are only magnified by ourselves, unnoticed by others till drawn to their attention. That excludes warts. If ever I had a wart I’d emigrate.

U

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5 Comments »

  1. Fingers crossed for the said blemish to vanish overnight U

    Androgoth XXx

    Comment by Androgoth — March 31, 2012 @ 17:21 | Reply

    • Yes, Goth, it’s shite. Even if I say so myself. I’m not even particularly vain. Take my mother: She won’t leave the house without full warpaint. Unlike her I go naked if I need to get milk from the cornershop first thing in the morning. It’s a sure fire way to run into the very person you do NOT want to see you naked.

      Am now pondering on the old “at night all cats are grey”. Are they?

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 31, 2012 @ 17:41 | Reply

      • Minimalism in make up sounds okay to me, besides going naked is fun even for Cats…

        Have a lovely rest of weekend U

        Androgoth XXx

        Comment by Androgoth — March 31, 2012 @ 17:51 | Reply

  2. I know I am my toughest critic. If anyone talked to me the way I talk to myself, well, I would never talk to them again. Who needs that kind of snarky person sniping at you all the time? Right? But it’s me! Why are we the most unkind to ourselves? (Unless we’re psychopaths and we think we’re perfect–in that case, I think I’d rather be my worst critic than my biggest fan). 😐

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — April 2, 2012 @ 13:51 | Reply

    • What? Lorna, I think myself so perfect I practically blow myself out of my own orbit. And, contrary to your own perception, I am not a psychopath: I am perfect. That’s because I am my biggest fan.

      Edit No 2 (No I am not drunk, I am cooking – thus rather distracted)

      You see: Being your biggest credit (yes, really, I just typed “credit” when I meant “critic”, many a slip there is) is tough but at least NO one can trump you.

      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 5, 2012 @ 18:26 | Reply


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