Bitch on the Blog

March 26, 2014

Futile

Filed under: Communication — bitchontheblog @ 18:45
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I rarely cry. Unless I am moved or my tears make up their own mind.

This minute, and please let me throw myself at your collective bosom: I am ready to kill.

There are people out there in the world who will  fuck you over. Not literally. By their inane mutterings. Judgmental. To the hilt. I had three in as many minutes. If I could punch one of them this minute I would. My tongue is sharp but some people’s is blunt. And we all know which knife hurts more.

So disenchanted,

Ursula

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6 Comments »

  1. Once again a heartily shouted FUGGUM is in order. Blunt usually works better as sharp typically requires a degree of intelligence to understand.

    Comment by shackman — March 26, 2014 @ 19:28 | Reply

    • Indeed, Shackman. Unfortunately one of my shortcomings that I can’t brush things off easily. I know the rationale. Doesn’t stop my heart bleeding. Two bastards – working on their own prejudiced steam – who can’t even read are not so much taking me apart as pour acid where it doesn’t belong. Of course, the Angel always the voice of reason, not that I’d tell him about this particular kerfuffle, would question why on earth I do engage with anonymous idiots. Indeed. If there is one weakness I have it’s that I engage. And that’s good. And I’d never change it. But does come at some cost.

      Hope you, Chuck, are as ok as you can be under the circumstances. Isn’t it awful that we are a bit short on words when it comes to someone else’s grief? At least, rest assured, I won’t cross the road on seeing you approach. Even if one doesn’t have anything to say it’s better than nothing.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 26, 2014 @ 20:03 | Reply

      • U most folks don’t even realize saying nothing is perfectly acceptable. I’m doing OK – a bit lonely which is odd as my daughter and her family live here with me but Lynn’s passing made it clear how invested I was in her care above all else Work keepd me busy and at this point in time that’s the best elixir (next to good single malt)

        Comment by shackman — March 28, 2014 @ 14:38 | Reply

  2. Hug

    Comment by John — March 26, 2014 @ 22:36 | Reply

  3. Come on! Shrug it off and get enchanted again.

    Comment by Rummuser — March 27, 2014 @ 01:11 | Reply

    • Shrug it off? I will, Ramana.. Eventually. I believe men are better at ‘shrugging’ something off. They don’t waste time over those they don’t deem worth it. It’s been a few hours yet am still upset. And will remain so – in the context.

      There is a part of the British mentality I don’t like. Plus the subject being emotive, and we were there recently: Children.

      Anything to do with children whether they are five, fifteen, fifty, whatever, is one of my Achilles heels. Where I go to pot. I wish I could be more specific because I know it would make you roar with laughter (and possibly snort with derision for those who gave me yesterday’s grief) given your own cultural background. Come to think of it, and the thought cheers me up: We live in the age of globalization, yet, in truth, ethnic differences remain. I believe that to be a good thing. But it can be a little trying when you live where, possibly, you don’t really belong. Some ‘foreign’ countries suit us, our mentality. Others? Not so much. A subject for another time.

      In the meantime I shall remember that the Japanese don’t like … forgotten now. Just bow.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — March 27, 2014 @ 05:53 | Reply


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