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October 13, 2016

Munch’s Scream

Having been brought up on folklore and fairy tales to bursting point and lasting as fodder for my nightmares (and dreams) a life time I sometimes wonder about “sayings”.

Today’s is “walking in some else’s shoes”. Having a lot of imagination and empathy by the bucket load, I flatter myself that I do not need to walk in someone else’s shoes to understand. Ha. Never overestimate your abilities. You may have a clue, a bit like finding your way through fog. You will get lost in the woods.

In absence of any other diversion I have just tried to imagine what a rat, indeed any animal (or human), feels when forced into a corner. Main thing, I suppose, is to have your back against the wall. That way you face the horrors in pursuit of you full on; better than being stabbed in the back. Similar, I imagine, to drowning. You know it’s happening and, in absence of a lifeline, for a few minutes in your life, you’ll have certainty.

Ray of sunshine greetings,




  1. Having been cornered on many occasions, and being wiser by hindsight, all that I will say is – “this too shall pass”.

    Comment by rummuser — October 13, 2016 @ 16:23 | Reply

    • I know you mean well, Ramana. However, I have never liked the expression “This too will pass”.

      Firstly, it’s plainly not true. Particularly when you are already half way down the alligator’s (choose your preferred type of predator) digestive tract. Then there is that truly horrendous (in my view) euphemism of “passed away” instead of the much more true, honest if brutal, “has DIED”. Passing away suggesting something vaguely ephemeral like mist in the distance, instead of the finality of “DEAD”.

      Anyway, tell a cornered anything that “this too shall pass”. Not if Robert de Niro, Al Pacino or the one you mentioned earlier (Robert Duval) have anything to do with it.

      Dead meat greetings,


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 13, 2016 @ 17:48 | Reply

  2. About 15 years ago, I was “forced into a corner” at work where I was the only one who could legally perform an overwhelming amount of work. I was so frustrated that I ranted to a manager that if I was 45, I’d quit, and if I was 55, I’d retire. Just before turning 55, circumstances at work reminded me of what had been happening 5 years earlier, so I retired after my 55th birthday, the earliest I could leave with a pension and other benefits.

    Ironically, in July of this year, I had been back there as a contractor for 18 months when I was, in essence, laid off. That put the guy who was in my old role into a bind like I was in years ago. Unfortunately, this time, there were some adverse consequences. Last week, I stopped in for a bit and had an opportunity to talk to the root cause team. Funny thing, one of the root causes they had identified was staffing.

    Comment by Mike Goad — October 14, 2016 @ 12:36 | Reply

    • Very interesting take on the subject, Mike. And amusing (though, obviously, not so much for you).

      My son had a chance to become a “manager”, at his young age deemed an honour. He declined. Why? “I might turn into one of those morons”, he said (to me). A bit harsh, and though he gets on well with his line manager he feels that most the time his company’s “managers” are just swimming without a compass. Pity in many ways since the Angel is the type of person who cuts through crap like no one. Which, I suppose, is the last thing the head(s) of company want.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 14, 2016 @ 13:42 | Reply

      • I managed to stay out of management and “official” supervisory positions, while still making a decent living. I realized long ago that making decisions that could adversely impact subordinates personally would create a lot of stress for me that I didn’t need.

        Comment by Mike Goad — October 14, 2016 @ 14:10 | Reply

  3. The longer I live, the more I realise it’s impossible to understand other people beyond a certain very basic level. I can see the general tendencies – grief, depression, arrogance, friendliness etc – but the deeper complexities of how they think and feel and approach the world are usually mysteries known only to themselves. Walking in someone else’s shoes is not easy.

    Comment by nick — October 16, 2016 @ 08:21 | Reply

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