Bitch on the Blog

October 25, 2016

Send chocolate

Filed under: Communication — bitchontheblog @ 16:35
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Trigger Warning. Spoiler Alert.

Am down in the dumps. Crossroads and all that. Disenchanted.

Yesterday I bothered (on some other – close to me – people’s behalf). Today? Today I wish I hadn’t. Today I have just about had it. The Angel who got a brief glimpse of my despair last night besieged me to leave well alone, not let it get to me. Wise words, no doubt. How? It HAS gotten to me. Strange, in many ways, that I have never been able to hold hatred in my heart. But occasionally, just occasionally like virtually never, I am so close to it. The very thought of this being a real possibility shocks me.

Even my usual remedy coming to terms with all ills, namely going for a long brisk walk mulling it all over, didn’t help today.

Some of you, most of you I dare say, seem able to disconnect, to shunt, to close doors. Without so much as a backward glance. Why can’t I?

So frustrated, yours,




  1. Hey there….. you’re not alone… I cannot let things go very easily at all…. on my behalf and, more often, on behalf of others…… there are some who can do that…. that’s how we are.

    Chocolate…..I have a bar of 100% Black chocolate awaiting my decison as to when I will unwrap it and tafe a small, minute, piece.

    Comment by magpie11 — October 25, 2016 @ 18:03 | Reply

    • Not that there is safety or comfort in numbers but thought you might feel similarly.

      Enjoy one bite a time.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 25, 2016 @ 20:15 | Reply

  2. I seldom dwell on other people’s rudeness, disrespect or whatever. I just can’t get worked up about it. I shrug my shoulders and put it behind me. I don’t understand people who nurse grievances, to me it’s a huge waste of energy.

    Comment by nick — October 25, 2016 @ 19:48 | Reply

    • I don’t “nurse” grievances. Occasionally grievances are foisted upon me. As painful as it is at times I don’t envy you your being able to put it behind you at the shrug of a shoulder. A bit of feeling goes a long way. To the ouch factor. At least I know I am alive.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 25, 2016 @ 20:13 | Reply

      • Oh, I know I’m alive. I’m all too intensely aware of being alive. Especially when I’m negotiating all my weird and wonderful shortcomings. And I have feelings galore. Too many of them at times.

        Comment by nick — October 27, 2016 @ 06:57 | Reply

        • Of course you are and you do, Nick. For that I know you too well. On re-reading your first comment I realize you were most likely referring to the trivial. On the other hand – maybe laced with a touch of wishful thinking of being able to shrug the serious off more easily. It’s a balancing act. Main thing not to fall overboard.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — October 27, 2016 @ 13:00 | Reply

  3. Ghiradelli is what comes to mind on these occasions. It is difficult to make me upset, but hard for me to let it go.

    Comment by Looney — October 26, 2016 @ 00:20 | Reply

  4. Nobody just puts things behind them, they bury them and who knows when or how those things will surface next time. If you feel things and really sit with the pain/ frustration/ anger, you will heal and things don’t come back to bite in the same way.
    You have a healthy approach, very unusual but healthy!

    Comment by Kylie — October 26, 2016 @ 01:37 | Reply

    • As so often, Kylie – the voice of calm and reason. if only I could hand what currently vexes me over to you, I would.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 26, 2016 @ 13:52 | Reply

      • a problem shared and all that….

        Comment by Kylie — October 26, 2016 @ 20:59 | Reply

  5. I think it depends on your gender, I get riled up about all kinds of negative connotations and I often can’t let it go…I don’t think a “brisk walk” is the answer but I can’t tell you if the “chocolate” will help either!

    somehow you need to change your mindset – easier written/said – than to do…

    Comment by cedar51 — October 26, 2016 @ 05:25 | Reply

    • In my experience it’s nothing to do with gender. I know some tough nosed women, so thick skinned (or should that be “protective of themselves”), who will do the “shrug”. Just as I believe men, even the “manliest”, to have their own Achilles heel. Men maybe better at disguising their hurt but that doesn’t make it go away.

      When I mentioned going for brisk walks in times of crisis what I meant that walking helps me think things through. Get them into perspective. I don’t know what the mechanism is; but it’s always been like this, all my life. When upset, when I need a problem to be solved – on mine or other’s behalf – I leave the house and walk. Briskly. Maybe it’s the rhythm of walking, the solitariness of it, that gives me perspective. I’d recommend it to anyone.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 26, 2016 @ 13:29 | Reply

  6. I was like you at your age. People like Magpie 11, Cedar51 and I are much older and Nick is closer to your age with similar problems. It is all part of the growing up process.

    Comment by rummuser — October 26, 2016 @ 13:23 | Reply

    • I do not wish to dispute how close I am to anyone in age but you may find that Nick is closer to Magpie’s than I am to either. Let’s just say Looney and I are in the same neighbourhood.

      Again, I don’t wish to be contrary, but I do not believe that certain “problems”, and how we deal with them, have anything to do with how grown up we are. Some things will get under our skin. Emotions can’t be reined in like a dog on a leash. I am trying to help sort out a family conflict (nothing that touches me directly) because those involved are dear to me – and, as grown up as THEY are, they don’t seem to be able to separate rhyme from reason.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 26, 2016 @ 13:41 | Reply

      • Ah Family……… Back in “Olympic Year”(2012) my sister and I had an almighty bust up…… she’s now talking to me as ahppy as the proverbial sandboy….

        Comment by magpie11 — October 26, 2016 @ 20:01 | Reply

        • Sandboy, Magpie? You mean the mysterious “Larry”? You also might like to reflect on why Americans call it “as happy as a clam”. No offence to clams but they are pretty tight when closed shut, aren’t they?

          Glad you and your sister managed to make peace in the nursery.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — October 27, 2016 @ 13:14 | Reply

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