Bitch on the Blog

October 7, 2012


Filed under: Communication — bitchontheblog @ 16:29
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Can you please help me to save myself from myself.

Just wrote social commentary of the most inflammatory kind. Not published. Yet.

It is so difficult to know where to draw the line. What to keep to yourself. Where tact ends and truth starts.




  1. Are you worried that the Internet will be offended? Or is this something related to a personal character improvement objective?

    Comment by Looney — October 7, 2012 @ 16:33 | Reply

    • Well, Looney, you have opened a whole new perspective on the concept of ‘despair’: Offend the Internet? How does one go about it, the internet being impervious to feeling? Or reason, for that matter.

      And no, this is not “something related to a personal character improvement objective”. I am perfect, as you know. Objectives I leave to those who have nothing better to do.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 7, 2012 @ 16:52 | Reply

  2. Lay it on us Ursula. We can take it. Or not. I guess you’ll have to post it to know for sure. LOL.

    Comment by writingfeemail — October 7, 2012 @ 18:09 | Reply

    • Renee, please do not hold your breath as to me coming forward any time soon. And if I did, I am sure you ‘can take it’. Not that what I have to say applies to you, personally. Quite the opposite.

      I am on a learning curve. A steep one. And an easy ride it is not. Literally battling out with myself how to confine myself, rein myself in. Battling that side in me which says: “Why should I confine myself?” Why?

      It probably amounts to one of my biggest regrets in life how important it is to hold yourself back (both in the positive and the negative, whether emotions or thoughts) in order to make human interaction possible. How difficult communication is. How people always strive for a smooth ride instead of acknowledging that bumps do have a purpose.

      Anyway … insert sigh,


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 9, 2012 @ 08:34 | Reply

  3. My curiosity is now piqued, as in stimulated and interested…. so it better be good!

    Comment by Scarlet — October 8, 2012 @ 09:00 | Reply

    • It’ll be terrible, Scarlet.

      I feel like mother hen sitting, lovingly if somewhat hesitatingly, on her egg. Fertilized. Most likely never to hatch. Or stillborn. Or given up for adoption. Or hidden in a dark cave away from civilization. For good measure we may throw in a cleft lip (make that a short beak). A hunchback. One leg shorter than the other.

      Take your pick. Make your own unhappy ending.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 9, 2012 @ 08:43 | Reply

  4. Ursula, there is no saving you from yourself. That is the appeal that is uniquely yours. You know you want to post it…

    Comment by Phil — October 8, 2012 @ 13:37 | Reply

    • How well you know me, Phil.

      However, what I alluded to has more public implications than a blog post: It’s for wider consumption. As I’d like not to be sent to outer Siberia (or Angola) to serve my penance I am currently holding my horse as best I can (with a gun to its head). I know it’s selfish. But I’ve got the Angel to think of. Should I disappear without trace he might saddle a mission to find me. Would I endanger my own flesh and blood? No. Now you know the coward I truly am.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 9, 2012 @ 08:52 | Reply

      • Well then, I’d suggest a tried and true method of writing it all out, details, emotions, and fiery criticism, and then be brave! Print it out, fold it up neatly into an envelope, and then throw caution to the wind. Address it and mail it. To yourself. Wait until said letter arrives and see if a few days have made the difference. Basically the same approach as what Lorna suggests below.

        Comment by Phil — October 9, 2012 @ 18:11 | Reply

  5. Ursula, I always find that it is best to get your thoughts out of you and keep them close for a while. Revisit them often and assess if the words you wrote continue to represent exactly how you feel as each day passes. If those words, as you put them down, stand the test of time and emotional distance, then release them–they were meant to fly out there and let the poop fall where it may. But if, upon reflection, you find your words don’t capture how you feel as time passes, then let them stay in the nest. That way their poop is contained.

    I find a lot of wisdom in bird poop…

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — October 9, 2012 @ 17:06 | Reply

    • Lorna, I do find a lot of wisdom in your poop … And you speak as befits the professional writer, and the measured person we ideally should be.

      However, and there is no doubt about it, spontaneity is my middle name. And whilst that might sound cute it isn’t. It’s shite. It lands me in trouble. Even worse: I don’t care if it does land me trouble. Give me trouble and I am your woman. I find pleasure in rhetoric. Pleasure in speaking my mind. Though I do spare those of a sensitive disposition. My aim is most certainly not to hurt anyone.

      If I followed your advice, and it is good advice, I’d probably never publish anything (on my blog or in comment boxes). Once I start thinking things over there won’t be an end to it. Instead, my blog is my water cooler moment. Since I drink an awful lot of water you can imagine how many (not so cool) moments I have. Thus I throw things on the page – with abandon. If I don’t click ‘send’ immediately, say a phone call or a person comes in, forget it. It’s dead. Not so much the thought itself. But how I said it five minutes or two hours ago does not quite reflect how I’d say it this minute. That last notion in itself rather intriguing. Was my mind a chameleon in a previous life?

      I don’t read many blogs. Those I follow with joy and anticipation (like your own) are chiselled, and work so very well on the advice you give above. I suppose I have to leave the ‘chiselling’ to the day job. It’s so sweet, Lorna. you say “stand the test of time”. Have forgotten now: Isn’t there a fly which barely survives the first day of its life?

      Other than that:

      I am currently going through a very tight channel of communication. Where I push and push and push I think the other two parties might be well advised to go for forceps so reluctant are they. Another has already opted for a full Cesar under anaesthetic. What a waste: It’s a phantom pregnancy.

      See, Lorna. If I re-read the above it would never see the light of day.



      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 9, 2012 @ 18:10 | Reply

      • That’s the beauty of people, U. We are different. I could learn a little spontaneity from you and you could, well, do whatever you want. It’s all okay in the end.

        I measure my words because I don’t like kerfuffles. I love the word, but really dislike the notion.

        As for those flies you reference, I don’t know. The ones around my home seem to have a long and hearty life span… 😉

        Comment by Lorna's Voice — October 9, 2012 @ 19:19 | Reply

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