When People Suck . . .

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Archive for March, 2008


Nucking’ Futs’ gone have I

Posted under I'm Over It by Angry Lioness

Today’s Revelation, I’m Nucking Futs.  Please forgive me for I have sinned, it’s been 32 years since my last confession…

Where to start.. I was pacing the floor this morning, half out of my mind with a panicky feeling that something was seriously not right, but at the same time trying to maintain some semblance of a sane or at least somewhat rational mind.    (Incidently, that was relieved by learning a family member had given birth but nearly went into cardiac arrest during the process <both she and babe are now fine>). A rather frightening disclosure that managed to alleviate that panic.

As if that weren’t quite enough I was compelled to delve into my past, take a look at my warped view of something that I had long since buried deep within the pit of my being and be damned if I didn’t finally come to the conclusion that I have a tendency to view various circumstances with my inner senses rather than logically.  Why is it that I find I have a propensity to rationalize things emotionally rather than with lucid, logical explanations?

Why can I look at the very same situation with different people & come to a clear and concise point of view, yet I am completely unable to view myself in that same light?! How did I become so self depricating and not even realize it? And why, pray tell, did it take me this long to see it?

So I spent the better part of late afternoon mulling over a plethora of events in my life,  (flashes of hell, if you will), reconsidering every irrational, disturbed perspective I have ever placed upon myself and I was dumbstruck. Had ANY friend of mine, at ANY time in her life divulged to me the arguments that I uttered to myself I would have set her straight Immediately, without question, as was done with me.  How is it that I was unable, (perhaps Unwilling) to do this for my own piece of mind?

What salient reason could there be?  I know who I am, as a woman, I know what I want, I know where I want to be in life, at least, I did know these things. Now, I’m wondering several things- Why do I stand in the way of my own happiness, because essentially, I AM the only thing in my Own Way! What the Hell is Wrong with Me?!

Revelation #1- Self Deprication – I suppose my (lousy excuse for doing this would be)  if I point out my bad points, as I see them, to everyone else, they wont have the chance and we can all just get on with the business of life.  This whole business of self deprication is utterly ridiculous, “no one can you make you feel inferior without your consent” (E.Roosevelt).

Revelation #2- Friends are like bras- close to your heart and there for support


The Fickle Finger of Fate…

Posted under Mary Fuckin' Poppins' by Angry Lioness

This morning I was sitting at my computer, I had just finished reading 2 rather rotten emails bitching about whatever terrible thing I’d neglected to do on my site- people taking the time to point out just what they thought,- the short version- My website sucked because it didn’t have the recipe or suggestion they were looking for and how dare I waste their precious time by having such a lousy site.

Under normal circumstances, I would have beelined straight for this site, posted a long diatribe about how much people suck and why… but I found, I couldn’t. I realized 2 things- first, their anger probably wasn’t with me to begin with, but rather something more pressing in their life that caused them to be frustrated enough to want to vent on me and secondly, that if I replied to them in the manner in which I initially felt (aka, Bite Me Doughboy), it would have simply perpetuated more hostility. (Just what the world needs, right?) Buzzzzz. wrong.

Recently I reconnected with a friend from days long passed who has opened my eyes to so many things that I have ignored, repressed, forgotten about, and even given up on. I thought, prior to this Sunrise of hope, that I was doing just fine. I had no idea the amount of bitterness, cynicism, and anger that I put out to the world, the negative connotations that I automatically accepted without question. I found myself in shock.

How can someone who has not seen me in over 10 years See ME so clearly?

It made me wonder, have I really changed that much in the last 10 years? Did I forget how to enjoy the little things of beauty that surround me, and if I have – just how did I get to that point? So, I went back and re-read my posts on my various blogs, (So by now you’re probably thinking- you wrote them, why do you need to go Read them??) well.. because most often when I write it is with blind emotion. A passion that I feel in the heat of the moment and I thrust the words out before they are forgotten in the next heat of the moment.

Anyway, I digress. I reread those posts and I could almost hear my friends softspoken gentle voice asking me, now how do you think I’d have handled that? I found myself smiling and blushing.. thinking… a hell of a lot better than I did.

So how can one person change almost 15 years of shitty thinking just by truly listening and calmly pointing out a different perspective when I had reached a point that I no longer gave a shit about anything… and how does this person manage to see beauty and love in nearly everything- able to point out some good in any situation, laugh about nothing and everything at the same time and …. well..

I’m going to stop now, because I’m once again at a loss for words (hey what do you expect- I’m still learning how NOT to be a miserable bitch all the time.




Scrape My Horn – A Eulogy of Romance

Posted under Lost Causes by Angry Lioness

I sometimes wonder if chivalry and romance have died off completely. Are we so despondent as a society that a $5 card from Wal-Mart passes as a Romantic Gesture?  Don’t get me wrong, a card is nice, but how much of yourself really goes into it?  Do you really sit and read the cards until you find one that seems to suck the emotion out of your soul and say to yourself, “This is the one; this is the card to give the love of my life”. I didn’t think so.
Do men honestly believe that a woman wants to hear things like, “Hey baby, Wanna scrape my horn?”  Or, perhaps more boldly and with even less class, “Wanna F*ck?” or “Lets Bump Uglies & lick stinkies”, or any range of other ridiculous statements.

Really?   REALLY?

This is your choice statement for expressing your wanton desire to someone you supposedly love? This is your idea of turning your lady on, of igniting her passion until her most primal instincts swell within her and she is unable to contain herself any longer . . . Um, NO. What this does, dear sir, is cause your lady to roll her eyes and if she can even bring herself to “Do the deed”, she’ll fake an orgasm like you faked romance.

Gentlemen, let me take a moment to crudely explain something to you in terms that you can understand,  A woman is like a frying pan, you have to heat her up before you stick your meat in.

If you want a woman to rock your world, to take your every desire into consideration, you can start by telling her you appreciate all the things she does for you, that you find her beauty to be unsurpassed. You can start by making her feel like she’s important to you, rather than an afterthought. That while you may have had other woman in the past, there’s no comparison to what you have Now, with her; And if….. IF You don’t believe that, than Jack, just do her a favor, open the damn door, walk through it and don’t let it hit you in the backside on your way out, because she doesn’t need another intolerable, inconsiderate, self absorbing ass in her life, I can guarantee she’s experienced too many of those already.


If only I had Lilapsophobia . .

Posted under I'm Over It by Angry Lioness

Lilapsophobia- the one affliction I’ve never had to endure. Lilapsophobia is the fear of Tornadoes (and/or hurricanes).

A few days ago as I was crossing state lines down south, the storm tracker broke through the middle of a good country song with another tornado warning. My son listened to the report intently and promptly grabbed his cell phone and called my mother to relay his fear of our impending deaths.

According to the news break, we were driving directly in the path of an oncoming twister that had reportedly already destroyed several houses, plucked the roofs off like tufts of ripe cotton in a field. I could feel the power of the storm, the hairs on my arm had risen to greet the electricity in the air, yet I was unable to share his concern.

I calmly reminded my children of their tornado training- if we pull over fast, get the hell out of the truck, lay down in the deepest part of the ditch and cover your head with your hands, don’t look up and don’t get. Of course, they were already aware of what to do; they have tornado drills at school. While I relayed these tidbit reminders, I quickly grabbed my camera, checking to make sure the battery wouldn’t give out on me should I be given the chance to snap an amazing shot.

As we moved deeper within the super cell, thunder vibrated the truck with a deafening roar that tickled the hairs on the back of my neck, lighting streaking across the sky – splintered crackling fingers of power stretching to reach the earth. I smiled, silently reminding myself that it was myth that lightening strikes the tallest target, she hits whatever she pleases.

I could see the kids were getting more nervous and I chatted with them to allay their fears, but I was beginning to feel exhilarated. My pulse quickening with each lightening strike as they lit up the sickly-greenish black sky. The rain suddenly becoming fierce, a river against the windshield and visibility was less than a car length. Another breaking warning, this time with sirens running in the background of the station but I didn’t hear the update I was enthralled with the watching the quarter size hail that was hammering down from above, forming in rough piles alongside the road.

Beside me the puppy whined, my ears popped, twice within a moments time – my eyes frantically scanning all directions, watching for debris or the telltale funnel, wanting to chase the storm, stay in the center of it, but knowing that I couldn’t allow the kids to remain in the path.

A few moments later, the kids were within the safety of a building, I ventured back outside, face to the sky, eyes closed, breathing in all in, enjoying the stentorian wind as it roared around my body, tangling my hair. Without further warning the sky opened up and the downpour began once more.

Forced to go inside, I longed to to remain in the storm, alas, I was held back.