Bitch on the Blog

March 5, 2014

Between chairs

Filed under: Despair — bitchontheblog @ 14:29

I annoy myself at times. Like this minute. Indecision is rife.

I swear by instinct. I know which way to go. But when it’s neither here nor there, not clear cut, I dither.

Dither now. Repent later. For heaven’s sake: I haven’t got all the time in the world to dither. When I do dither I take refuge in either of three things: Do the filing, clean, a spot of slow cooking. All are consuming. All serve a  purpose and leave my mind free to keep dithering.

To top it all, and confirming my worst fear: “Perfectionism is the enemy of achievement.”





  1. If in doubt leave it out….applies to everything in life, not just cookery.

    Comment by magpie11 — March 5, 2014 @ 15:12 | Reply

    • If in doubt leave nothing out. It won’t work. Take it from me. I am an expert. Fleeing to the stove when I should be doing something else is only to take me away from what’s troubling me at any given moment. An illusion as to purpose in life.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 5, 2014 @ 15:21 | Reply

  2. “Have no fear of perfection – you’ll never reach it.”
    ― Salvador Dalí

    Comment by rummuser — March 5, 2014 @ 15:44 | Reply

    • I am sure Dali (and you) are right. However, ‘perfectionism’, ie the striving for perfection, is a character trait. And, as I said in my original post, it can severely hamper achieving anything.

      By way of example: I know an extremely accomplished man, now in his late Seventies. He sabotaged himself (or should I say his standing and his financial success in life) by his perfectionism. He did have, in my opinion, a problem with just letting any of his ‘babies’ (ideas, projects, inventions) out into the world. Instead of which he’d polish and shine them till … Don’t get me wrong: Unlike some, I don’t measure someone’s ‘success’ in life by their bank account. And yet, it hurts me on that particular man’s behalf that he has so little to show for all his hard work. Other than what you might call ‘intellectual property’. All neatly filed and catalogued.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 6, 2014 @ 05:11 | Reply

  3. You call it dither, I call it piddling. I can piddle all day with things which become so important they push all need for an indecision to be forced in front of it. Such as; does that vase look better on the table by the chair or on the desk? You must wait for the different angles of light throughout the day to make this decision. No rush.

    Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — March 5, 2014 @ 22:12 | Reply

    • I like that, Renee. From now on I shan’t dither. I’ll piddle instead. Though the word does have a rather unfortunate similarity to ‘puddle’. Still, I suppose as long as we wear rubber boots we might as well stand in a puddle. At leisure. Sloshing.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 6, 2014 @ 05:16 | Reply

      • If you piddle in the wrong place you’ll end up in a puddle. Just like a toddler devoid of a nappy. (Or diaper)>
        I’ve actually never thought of piddling about as a synonym for dithering, more pottering or spending time in trifling or meaningless activity, but it does seem to work.
        The other meaning I give to piddling is insignificant….. small… as in, “That’s a piddling pistol you have there, Mr Bond.” or “Mr Earp”.

        Comment by magpie11 — March 6, 2014 @ 20:26 | Reply

  4. Should I comment or should I not? I can’t quite decide. Perhaps I’ll sleep on it. Or perhaps I won’t.

    Comment by nick — March 6, 2014 @ 12:27 | Reply

    • Well, Nick, with all the muck you’d rather not muck about with I won’t hold it against you to pass on this dung heap.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 6, 2014 @ 12:55 | Reply

      • Dung heap? Let it lie and rot. ‘Twill make champion manure.

        Comment by magpie11 — March 6, 2014 @ 20:27 | Reply

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