Bitch on the Blog

April 28, 2014


Filed under: Errors,Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 08:28

I have just realized something: I don’t like people self indulging. By which I don’t mean buying a bunch of flowers for yourself. I mean people in their middle years endlessly whining on and on and on about how bad their childhood was. By proxy blighting their own children’s life.

Get the fuck over yourself. You are not four any longer you are over forty (in one case). Navel gazing taken to a height even Mount Everest doesn’t aspire to.

One particular blogger (I only follow her blog out of some ridiculous and morbid interest in the human condition) is so self obsessed she caught my imagination. Having a rather irritating eye for detail the researcher in me has started counting references to herself in her often overlong posts. Staggering. It’s all about her. Her. Her and then some more her. Always pointing the finger. Away from her. At others.

I am not a psychologist/psycho anything. Neither am I a fool. If that woman could crawl out of her own warp and for once – just for once – see the world as it is without her tainted vision she’d be so much happier. And would make all those friends she laments she is lacking.

In the meantime I am going to save the world.

Hugs and hisses,




  1. i know of at least a couple of naval gazers. it’s unattractive

    Comment by kylie — April 28, 2014 @ 09:41 | Reply

    • Well, all the nice girls love a sailor…;-) And now that they allow Wrens on board looking at ships and boats ismore fun for me.

      Comment by magpie11 — April 28, 2014 @ 13:23 | Reply

      • Darn it! I try to use an emoticon to show that I am ahving a joke and it doesn’t work… Huh! 🙂

        Comment by magpie11 — April 28, 2014 @ 13:28 | Reply

        • gah! i knew there was something wrong with that comment!!!

          Comment by kylie — April 29, 2014 @ 09:21 | Reply

    • Yes, Kylie. Navel gazing can be taken beyond the acceptable Though to this day I thank my mother’s midwife for disconnecting me from the woman who gave birth to me with what can only be described as a beauty of a navel. Deep too. Not that I allow fluff to gather.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 28, 2014 @ 21:21 | Reply

  2. I don’t understand – once again.

    Isn’t that what this kind of blogging is all about? Us, Ourselves, Our attitudes, Our opinions (of others, mainly), Our experiences, Our own little self endlessly pontificating, Our judgments, Our whines and whinges. What concerns Us first and foremost.

    This kind of blogging (other than the kind of blogging which actually has a subject other than Ourselves, fashion, say, or food, or politics, or whatever) is the most self-indulgent activity there is. You and I are as guilty as anyone else, I fear.

    Btw, thank you so much for your very kind comments on my blog recently. Much appreciated. I’d have said thank you behind the scenes, but you have very wisely kept your email address to yourself. Danke. I’m just hoping that that tiny light at the end of the tunnel means there’s an end in sight.

    Comment by friko — April 28, 2014 @ 10:15 | Reply

    • Saving the World? Would you be kind enough to start with me please?

      Remembering one’s childhood can be frightening. As can trying not to repeat the behaviour and mistakes of one’s parents with one’s own offspring.

      Comment by magpie11 — April 28, 2014 @ 13:21 | Reply

    • One of the reasons that I gave up blogging. Along with the amopunt of mutual backslapping. The only blog I regularly bother with now is Ursula’s. There are two main reasons for that: I enjoy it and another reason…

      Comment by magpie11 — April 28, 2014 @ 13:26 | Reply

    • Friko. bear with me. My finely chiselled response to you lost. I will retrace my steps. First I need to get some sleep.

      Happy thoughts as to your planting. As reminded by the Angel today: We are on the threshold of May.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 28, 2014 @ 21:43 | Reply

  3. One of the joys of reading your blog is to see what in the world sets you off on a given day – it’s a veritable buffet (Hmm – fat guy making a food reference) -and watching you launch a reasoned verbal attack. What I do find is that you seem a bit like me in that once you state your case and respond the issue seems over. No grudges. On to the next item in the buffet line. Best of all though is your commentaries usually make me think. At my age that is a good thing.

    Comment by shackman — April 28, 2014 @ 11:53 | Reply

    • Dear Shackman, I set you thinking? Imagine what’s it’s like for me – doing my thinking.

      One of these days I shall combust. And I am not looking forward to it. There are moments I wish I were one of those women with the occasional headache. To lie down in a dark room. With an excuse. Alas I never ever get a headache. Not even after a heavy night. Some sort of gene fluke. Though will admit that at christening of one of my godsons (mid Nineties) – after the night before – I did have to avoid bending down. Difficult when all the children still short. My grey matter must have shrunk to the extent it was rolling round my skull like a walnut. Looking at the photos you wouldn’t believe I was slightly rattled. I look fine, just fine. Rattled to the extent I had completely forgotten what I was supposed to say at the font. When it came back to me.

      You are right. Chuck: Once an issue has been set free to roam among my readers, and everyone else NOT listening, my grief will evaporate. “No grudges” – my middle name.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 28, 2014 @ 20:54 | Reply

  4. Since you are on a very noble mission of saving the world, let me help you shed some psychological insight into the lady’s problem. She is caught in a double whammy. On the one hand she wants to use her blog to showcase her vulnerability and since from your accounts she has a following, she is dependent on their approval and the blogging helps her build that wall around herself, because other unfortunate vulnerable souls, treat her like a courageous hero for sharing her inner most thoughts! Now, you can get yourself a couch for her to lie on and get her to come and consult with you.

    Comment by rummuser — April 28, 2014 @ 12:02 | Reply

    • Yes, Ramana. Thanks for the laugh. Trouble is the “lady’ wouldn’t lie on my couch. She once said that if I were “the last person in the world” she wouldn’t wish me as a friend. No wonder she is lonely.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 28, 2014 @ 20:56 | Reply

  5. A LITTLE self indulgence , I think is a good long as you KNOW it is an indulgence

    Comment by finlaygrayJohn going gently — April 28, 2014 @ 12:58 | Reply

    • I know an indulgence when I see it, John My appetite currently curtailed. Still, a Scotch quail egg wouldn’t go amiss. Watch it when you become modest in life.

      In the meantime let’s organize a wake for Tom.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 28, 2014 @ 21:04 | Reply

  6. I don’t mind people talking about themselves. As Friko says, isn’t that what most blogging is all about? But I do mind people banging on about the same thing over and over again. Like their rotten childhood or their tedious mother or their awful neighbour. I do like a bit of variety. My own childhood was pretty dreadful but I only mention it when it seems pertinent.

    Comment by nick — April 28, 2014 @ 19:33 | Reply

    • My reply to dear dear Friko currently somewhere in the ether, no doubt evaporated. Crestfallen in the South Pacific.

      I don’t mind people “banging” on about their history, Nick. I do it all the time. In fact, I am positively interested since our past makes us what we have become. What I do mind are people so self centered there is no space for anyone else (in their life). And, even sadder, shooting themselves in the foot by having no vision beyond the length of their own (short) nose.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 28, 2014 @ 21:12 | Reply

  7. All those whose childhoods were perfect, please stand up. Or wave. Or something. Oh sorry. Forgot. You don’t blog.
    Carry on Ursula, please. Saving the world and all that.

    Comment by wisewebwoman — April 28, 2014 @ 21:05 | Reply

    • Dear WWW, if I were Jesus in vain attempt to save the world I’d let myself be crucified. Make the nails sharp.

      No childhood is perfect. As you say. For that parents are too human. Can’t remember this minute who made this most astute remark: “Once you realize your parents are not almighty you have grown up.” Or some such.

      Mother Theresa neither you and I are. Yet, I so wish I could wave that magic wand to make the world what it could be.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — April 28, 2014 @ 21:28 | Reply

  8. Na, where is my reply?
    No excuses now, bitte schoen.

    Comment by friko — April 28, 2014 @ 22:26 | Reply

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