Bitchy and cruel are two vastly different things, although some people in this weird world seem to think that the two are interchangable.
I pride myself on being a bitch when I need to because, well, I am. I can be a little bit bitchy or a whole lot bitchy depending on the situation. I can rant, rave and complain. I can call people on their stupid and I can make fun of just about anyone or anything. All of these things fall under the broad umbrella of bitch.
What I DON'T do, though, is use my skills, lol, to wish ill upon people. I don't take joy in pain or suffering or loss, no matter how much that person wronged me or my family. I can joke about them or make snide comments, but I'm not going to revel in their physical undoing or their personal misfortune. I have precious little respect for those who do, either. I cannot for the life of me understand how people can take pleasure in someone else's ill health or personal loss. I just can't. What kind of a bitter, small person does one really have to be for that to even enter into one's realm of thinking?
I'll stick to snark and bitch, thankyouverymuch.
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Does this have anything to do with your dog giving the cranky neighbor cancer?
I hadn't even thought of that...you know, I still feel guilty that she died, but I never did wish her death or even ill health. I just wanted her to move, dammit.
She moved, all right!
As a world-class bitch myself I couldn't agree more. The only reason for such cruelty and meanness that I can comprehend is a severe blackness and rotting of the soul. And I don't think that is curable.
Nice post Ms. Kimmah.
I couldn't agree more. Although I must admit I've had a few fleeting blackrot of the soul moments.
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