Bitch on the Blog

January 23, 2016

Zen

Filed under: Communication,Human condition,Philosophy,Vicious — bitchontheblog @ 23:05

Dearest Sweetest Hearts, and arseholes who too read my pourings and too lazy to say what you have to say, let’s assume that I have lived three thirds of my alloted time (loose roof tiles and car accidents notwithstanding): I am on the home stretch. Which is NOT sad. What is sad, and I can’t forgive myself, that I can’t leave passion, fire in my innards behind. I wish I were … I don’t know … indifferent. That’s it. Indifferent. Fuck most things, little touches me. Bliss. I am indifferent. Fat chance. The grail. I so wish, I so wish … what does it take to become a true Stoic, someone I define as not to be touched by anything (at least on the surface)? It ain’t going to happen.

In fact it’s so bad I am running a parallel blog. Not physically. In my mind. That blog is so full of venom, useful venom, truths you can only dream of. Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the what’s it of them all? Close contest. Most people are tender little plants. To name but two, the biblical Rachel and the Samaritan John of fanny flannel fame (which I find vaguely offensive since he is gay). That I haven’t ripped them apart in their blogs’ constant snivelling is a miracle only attributable to my upbringing, natural tact and that I don’t want them to set Sicilian bulldogs onto me. As long as amusement is mine, and it is, I shall keep that lid on my steam.

Thank you to all of you who gave thought to my last post’s lament. That I am still under the weather after last Sunday’s storm is an understatement. I lost a week in a haze of trying to reconcile reality with my concept (and expectation) of the world. I sometimes wish, indeed pray, I were different (entirely selfish because “different” in this context only means my less hurt/bleeding. Peace).

Slight reprimand to Jean whose riposte to Looney I found a little waspish: Looney is a learned man, Jean. I wouldn’t mind playing squash with him because I’d know from the outset I’d be in the corner by the end of it. Yes, Looney, in the wake of Epictetus you reminded me of an anecdote (same school – Zenos and Chrysippus) and since Jean is fond of dogs maybe appealing, and reconciling, to her too, and chiming in with your, Loony, mentioning the fates:

“The Stoics had an image with which to evoke our condition as creatures, at times able to affect change, yet always subject to external necessities: We are like dogs who have been tied to an unpredictable cart. Our leash is long enough to give us a degree of leeway, yet not long enough to let us wander wherever we please.”

U

 

 

 

 

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8 Comments »

  1. I actually read most of your posts without commenting, generally due to having nothing to contribute. With your recent posts, all I get out of them is that you are having some difficulties or circumstances that are troubling. I find it difficult to comment on something I can’t understand. The most I can say is that I sincerely hope that you make it through whatever life has been throwing at you.

    Comment by Mike — January 24, 2016 @ 00:35 | Reply

    • Mike, I am touched by your reply. You have commented here before – and, of course, I do come across you on Ramana’s and I believe Jean’s blogs’ comment boxes. You are right; I too read blogs and when I don’t have anything to say I don’t say anything. Which is a little hard on me and my natural incliniations but I do try to act according to what is expected of people at my age. May I say that you display a trait I so treasure (more often found in men than women – of my acquaintance), namely that of being measured. Even your blog entries into which I dived this morning after a long absence have a calming effect on me.

      Fact is, if only I allowed myself to be my own editor, most of my last post (not least the arsehole bit) I’d have edited out – at no loss to my readership. Never mind. I’ll forgive myself for what I count as one of my regrettable yet minor lapses in my otherwise dignified manner.

      Comment by Ursula — January 24, 2016 @ 17:57 | Reply

  2. As usual, I have great faith in you, Ursula — I think of you as extremely resilient. For your sake I hope I’m not wrong. I’m rooting for you.

    Comment by cheerfulmonk — January 24, 2016 @ 02:37 | Reply

    • Thank you, Jean, for “rooting” for me. Your continued faith in my resilience is not misplaced. I wouldn’t be me without that resilience. I’d not go as far as to say that where there is a will there is a way because sometimes there is no “way”. Just jungle. In the dark. The batteries in your torch have run out and your matches are wet. Those are the moments you best sit still. And wait. No, NOT for a snake bite. For a thunderbolt.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 24, 2016 @ 18:02 | Reply

  3. Keep writing and I will keep commenting even if I don’t have much to say! All the best.

    Comment by rummuser — January 24, 2016 @ 11:11 | Reply

    • I know, Ramana, I know. And I thank you (and others) for your unwavering loyalty through sick, sin and sunshine. I prefer men to mice. Try and tell that the likes of …, never mind.

      Such a strange week I have had, Ramana. Emerging from a mind fog and emotions which left me temporarily stunned.

      Thank you for wishing me “all the best”. If there is one quality in others I cherish more than most it is generousity of mind and heart.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — January 24, 2016 @ 18:05 | Reply

  4. I think that your comments about Rachel and John are passive aggressive. It seems to me that you kind of praise yourself for not “having ripped them apart” but you could not resist delivering a little pin prick in their direction. Why?

    Comment by Iris — January 25, 2016 @ 15:55 | Reply

  5. Hmmm. Looks like fate has brought me back. U should keep in mind that Jean and I are part of a long standing tradition that expects independent review between New Mexico and California, along with critiquing each others opinions. Often with a beer afterwards. My respect will always be there for her, since she is the more “learned”, and if I have “learned” anything, it has how little learning it is possible for me to have. But hang in there and I very much envy Ur “natural tact”, as it is something that was not part of my DNA, so whatever I achieve is either accidental or artificial.

    Comment by Looney — January 27, 2016 @ 03:47 | Reply


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