Advertising: Free Space for Rant

This is a completely free, one time offer to all my fellow bloggers. Do you have days when you are pissed off with the world in general and you really want to let rip? Do you keep it to yourself so that you don’t offend/have to live with the recriminations/upset those you love etc etc? If so this space is for you – you can rent a vent :O)

This is a completely free, one time offer to all my fellow bloggers. Do you have days when you are pissed off with the world in general and you really want to let rip? Do you keep it to yourself so that you don’t offend/have to live with the recriminations/upset those you love etc etc? If so this space is for you – you can rent a vent :O)

One of my friends gave me this idea (thanks Floriane) as she felt that it would be therapeutic to let some stuff out by writing it down and I thought ‘I’ve got a blog! What better place is there to lose your shit?’ Then I thought ‘Why keep it to yourself? We all need a good old rage every now and again so why not give everyone a chance? They’ll either thank you for it or you’ll have to start looking for some new followers tomorrow’.

Anyway, knowing what a great bunch you are and also how many of you have some serious crap to deal with I’m going ahead:

“Do you have any idea how much I hate you Cancer? Can you even begin to possibly fathom how deep my loathing is for you? You came, without warning, for no fucking reason at all and you took the only man I have ever really loved.

You brought him fear and pain and unbelievable suffering and for what??? You are a parasite, a pathetic life sucking, hope draining parasite and you murdered him. You leeched out his life force, his happiness, his dreams. You took away his future for fucks sake! And I watched it! You forced me to watch as you slowly destroyed him – you evil, sick twisted little bastard!

Oh sure  you left me with memories but what good are memories? I can’t touch a memory or hold it or kiss it can I? And do you know the problem with memories You can’t get shot of them; I can’t wipe out the ones that I want to and just leave the good ones! I can’t just lose the memories of him wasting away before my eyes can I????

Thanks to you a truly lovely man was ripped away from the people who love him, who needed him. Why did you even want him? You fed on him and you grew; an ugly, spiteful, vindictive, self-serving monster and then, at the very end, when you took his last precious breath, you died with him – what the fuck is wrong with you!?

You took everything you vicious little bastard and I HATE you for it but this anger I have for you is slowly ruining whatever is left of my life so I am giving it back to you. Here is my hate – take it and may you rot in hell”

I’m not going to apologise for my rant or the bad language because the rock that’s been sitting on my chest for the last goodness knows how long feels lighter somehow. There is a sense of peace in me that wasn’t there before.

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So there you go, I’m advertising a free rant space; it’s there if you need it.

With love

Lisa x

It’s the Little Things……

Do you find that some little, tiny, incidental things really get on your pip or is it just me? For instance, could you find yourself getting toy throwingly irate over a packet of broken biscuits? No? I did. Now, in my defense, I wasn’t having the best of days but, still, as I think back I can’t help but wonder what on earth got into me……..

Do you find that some little, tiny, incidental things really get on your pip or is it just me? For instance, could you find yourself getting toy throwingly irate over a packet of broken biscuits? No? I did. Now, in my defense, I wasn’t having the best of days but, still, as I think back I can’t help but wonder what on earth got into me……..

It was a morning ritual, at the time, to have 2 plain digestive biscuits will a cup of black coffee; it was a high point in what were otherwise pretty stressful days. On this particular morning both biscuits were broken; not into little pieces you understand, just broken in half. It goes without saying that I was not going to shove the whole digestive in my mouth in one go (anyone ever tried that, is it possible?) so what did it matter if they were in two halves? One could argue that it was a blessing as I could, potentially, limit crumbage (you know the biscuit to crumb ration) but I took it as a personal affront. My morning digestives were lesser biscuits, damaged goods and I was not happy about it!

irratttional angerAfter having munched my way through two halves, gradually getting more irritated, I decided to check out the other packets in the box to satisfy myself that tomorrow’s biscuit moment would not be the sad disappointment of today’s. Lo and behold, what did I find but another packet of broken biscuits and then another and another! As I rummaged and muttered to myself about the desecration of something so sacred my secretary called out and asked if everything was OK.

“No it bloody isn’t OK! This is completely unacceptable”

Now she was aware that I had nobody with me and hadn’t been on the phone as we had adjoining offices so there was a brief pause before she said

“What’s the problem”

“It’s these f***ing biscuits!! Have you seen them?” I was yelling a bit at this point

This time there was a slightly longer pause and then

“Nooo not yet they were only delivered this morning, why?”

This was said in the tones of someone trying to persuade a toddler to put down an indelible marker – you don’t know what’s going to happen but, whatever it is, you know it won’t be anything good.

“Come here and look!!!!”

I’m sure I heard a small sigh at this point (we were very busy at this particular point in time) but I didn’t care, this was important!

My secretary was the loveliest, calmest and most unflappable person I’ve ever met which, quite frankly, was just as well.

“Look” I demanded whilst jabbing at the offending biscuits with my rigid digit.

“Yeeesssssss?”

“They’re all broken!! All these biscuits are f***ing broken and I need you to call  the supplier and demand that they send us another box immediately and reimburse us for this box, it’s just not good enough!!!!!”

I was yelling……at her…..about biscuits…….

She looked at me for a moment and said very quietly

“You are my boss and I respect you but, seriously, what are you doing? Get a grip”

Luckily, after I heard these magic words, reality decided to reassert itself and I found that I was laughing at the absurdity of my outrage; the laughter may have had a slightly hysterical ring to it but at least I’d stopped shouting much to the relief of my ever patient secretary.

The strange thing is that I had a lot of seriously stressful things going on at the time – you know work bits and pieces- and none of it really phased me but biscuitgate became the stuff of legend around the office…….it’s the little things ;O)

Please tell me it’s not just me..

Lisa x