One of my favorite things to do when I'm upset/angry/irritated/bored/(insert your favorite descriptive predicate here) is bitch. I adore letting out the little annoyances that fill my day, piling up like so much dirty laundry. I feel stymied without the sweet release of a detailed description on how i was wronged, my desires ignored, my very person slighted. I want to share my bitter utterances with those around me. It is cathartic in so many ways.
The only problem with the need and passion for complaint is with the listener. Sometimes you want to complain about a friend and their dumbass boyfriend to another friend. But what if that other likes the dumbass boyfriend? What if your listener values your friend and their position (ie relationship with said dumbass) above your own? Is your desire to ventilate your bubbling steam worth creating tension? I say nay. One must have an outlet for these feelings and concerns.
Stop hiding! Away with feeling there is no public outlet for your fury and utter frustration regarding friend/family/coworker/reality television joe. You too can bitch! Rise up against the politically correct, the white lies of civility. Bitch Aloud to All Who Stumble Upon Your Words.
Share the joy.
Join me, my brethren, join me in my quest to bitch.
1 comment:
hmm... this is interesting
and it could get messy
but messy is okay
WHEN PRECISELY DID I END UP BEING THE FIFTH WHEEL IN MY ROOMMATE AND HIS BOYFRIENDS LOVE NEST??????
Seriously, i dont even leave my room anymore because i feel like im invading their LoveTurf, and then i end up resentful because 6 months ago i had a home. Now I dont. Its their home now and i feel like they just want me to go away
This of course is compounded by the fact that i previously thought my roomie was one of my best friends, but he's seriously broken the Bros before Hos rule (especially since this Ho doesnt like me nor ANY of my roomies friends)
and i CANT STAND that goddamned dog
wow... i feel a little better now...
time to wake and bake
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