Bitch on the Blog

July 29, 2013


Filed under: Happiness — bitchontheblog @ 12:24
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There are many things which may be written on my gravestone. Not all of them good.

Here is one I’d be glad of: “She never gave up.” Let’s just forget for a moment that even my negotiating powers will not broker the final deal, ending in dust to dust and ashes to ashes.

I am in awe of myself on this one count: I never give up. I cannot tell you the number of times I have cursed myself for this particular trait. A dog with a bone has nothing on me. It is so quintessentially me it basically has my name tattooed on it. Exhausting. Yet exhilarating when yielding the desired result.

So upshot being: I found it. And am back to square one.




  1. Now you have my curiosity up: What is it that you never gave up? But reading more carefully, I guess this is a character trait that applies to everything.

    “Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might, for there is no work or thought or knowledge or wisdom in Sheol, to which you are going.” – Ecclesiastes 9:10

    Comment by Looney — July 29, 2013 @ 12:57 | Reply

    • That’s one of things I like about you, Looney aka The Barnacle: You will turn your glance to the coin’s other side. The one I hadn’t considered. Yet.

      Your ‘reading more carefully’ is to the point: Indeed, my never giving up (and I have given up a lot) applies to everything indeed. I cannot leave alone. And no, I am not a crack addict.

      Give me a spot. Will dig. To the bottom. Throw me life line. Will climb. Don’t throw me a life line. Will rely on ever growing fingernails to dig my heels in.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 29, 2013 @ 13:32 | Reply

  2. Just as long as you do not become Sisyphus!

    Comment by rummuser — July 29, 2013 @ 13:07 | Reply

    • Funny you should say that, Ramana, since I nearly headlined my post just that: “Sisyphus”.

      I admire Sisyphus greatly, and as far as pushing the same bloody rock up the mountain, again and again and again (repeat ad nauseum) I have nothing but admiration for the man. He does serve as a metaphor for those going down the mines. What prevented me that he is characterized as deceitful (hence the punishment by the gods – unforgiving bastards up there on the Olymp, I tell you: Don’t meddle with the Greeks. You will be a Leda). So I went for Prometheus – his intentions good. Of course, one wonders, and I shall think about this in more detail, why they nailed him with that eagle going for his liver. Was this supposed to be a warning to alcoholics? If so that propaganda machine failed: The liver, as proven by Prometheus, is the most forgiving organ of our body, renewing itself again and again and again (see above).


      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 29, 2013 @ 13:24 | Reply

      • Are you implying you are a liver of life?

        Comment by Phil — July 29, 2013 @ 13:33 | Reply

        • Stop it, Phil. I am trying to eat some belated lunch. Do not wish to choke on my own laughter. Someone else’s will do.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — July 29, 2013 @ 14:00 | Reply

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