THE RIGHT TO BITCH

I have accomplished some personal things, while here at the place in Cleveland. Everything here is settled now, and it’s nice coming in and just being still for awhile. Being alone makes it difficult to practice being a bitch. I can only bitch at myself. I guess it just isn’t an insult anymore to me, mainly because I guess I am a bitch. I’ve now reached the age where being a bitch may be a pride thing. I think I deserve the title. Hell, I guess I’ve earned the title. I’m shouldn’t be ashamed of being called a bitch. I think it may be a way of life.

I’ve been called a bitch when:

-- I pull my little car up into the parking space and make a phantom parking space. You know the type when you can’t see the little car in the space until you try to pull your car in and realize the little car has the spot.

-- I caught someone cheating.

-- I saw someone mistreat The Baby when she was in a day care center years ago.

-- I asked for correct change from a cashier.

-- I didn’t go fast enough on a road.

-- I didn’t bow down and kiss someone’s ass, because I didn’t “know who they were”.

-- I left a horrible marriage.

-- I asked someone else’s child to behave while I was responsible for their safety.

I’m sure there were many more times I was called a bitch, but these are absolute examples of when I heard this title with my ears. No worries here. I guess I’m might be a bitch.

There are other people (yes, even men) who are bitchy. There seems to be a difference though. This afternoon, I witnessed a customer, at the grocery store, get bitchy at the cashier, for a minor and easily correctable mistake. The customer had two small children with her, and we all know this is a horrible example for them. The poor cashier was more flustered after the bitchiness came out of the customer’s mouth. I made it a point to console the cashier and even made the poor girl laugh about it, after the bitchy woman left with her bags and kids.

Though this is extremely judgmental on my part, some bitchy people seem to have more time on their hands than me. I have been undoubtedly busy for the past 25 years, and don’t have the time to be bitchy. Some bitchy people complain because they lack attention in their lives and look to do nothing but blame everyone else. Some bitchy people don’t leave themselves enough time and want the world to speed up for their lack of time management skills. Some people are bitchy because they think if they point out people’s faults, their faults will look smaller. Some people are bitchy when confronted with the correct or normal way to do things. Some people are bitchy because they don’t have control of every situation in life. Some are bitchy because they are incapable of love, are envious of others or think they are better than other people.

If being a bitch means taking up for myself or going the speed limit or possibly doing right, I guess I’m guilty. However, I’m not bitchy. There seems to be a good reason to be a bitch, but never a just reason to be bitchy. Being bitchy is shear meanness and should be against the law. I’ll bet if you locked up 20 bitchy people in a real jail or penitentiary for a week, they wouldn’t be bitchy when they left.

There is a slang term called “bitch slap”. I think it should be changed to “bitchy slap” and all of us should be able to slap any bitchy person. Maybe we could mark a big “B” on their foreheads, so we could all identify them. For traveling on the roads, a big “B” magnet on their car would work. We could make them all do community service and be kind to people to earn the right to take the “B” off of themselves or their vehicle.

Come to think of it, whether I heard it with my own ears or not, of all the times I was called a bitch, it was by a bitchy person.