To those of a more delicate disposition and who, like I do, believe women shouldn’t swear my sincere apologies for a lot of f… in my last post.
I don’t get mad easily but when I do, I really really do. And, normally, return to the mother tongue. Which is why I wish I were Italian. They do it so beautifully. A normal conversation sounds like an argument. I explained this to the Angel when, the other year, before he set off on some travel. Put another way, in immortal words at anyone who catches me at a dicey moment: “I am not shouting at YOU, I am just shouting.” Fine difference. Whatever.
If there is one thing I don’t like about myself it’s that I do take things to heart. I envy people who are able to just shrug their shoulder and don’t give a damn. On the whole I think men are better equipped that way. Don’t hold me to ransom on account of gender stereotyping.
The Angel who – from day one – is laid back as to being horizontal thinks me mad to spend so much as a fig of energy on some people. Well. Can’t help it. Too late now to mend my ways.
Purpose of this post (and, yes, I did consult the Angel on this too): How does one lose people on the internet, in the blogging world? Easy it ain’t. Different rules to eye to eye intercourse apply.
I am not surprised that some do change their identity in the blogging world. If I weren’t so attached to that frankly ridiculous “Bitch on the Blog” so would I. In idle moments, not least when waiting for a call from the States, I register new blogging names. New dawn, new day, new alliteration. None of them, so far, have caught my imagination.
Enchanted, disenchanted, as ever yours and no one’s