“Being blunt with your feelings is very American. In this big country, I can be as brash as New York, as hedonistic as Los Angeles, as sensuous as San Francisco, as brainy as Boston, as proper as Philadelphia, as brawny as Chicago, as warm as Palm Springs, as friendly as my adopted home town of Dallas, Fort Worth, and as peaceful as the inland waterway that rubs up against my former home in Virginia Beach.” ~Martina Navratilova

Amazing, isn’t it, how people are okay with someone who is blunt with their happiness, their joy, their laughter and warmth and all the “good” feelings. People will even tolerate those who are blunt in their sorrow and pain and grief. But gods forbid you get angry. Or insensitve. Aggravated. Fed up and frustrated. Heavens help you if you would rather say something unkind than lie.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I am just a bitch.

Am I always mean and nasty and cruel?
Of course not. I wouldn’t have any friends if I were. I have enough of those to make my life fulfilling. I could have many, many more if I wanted the sort of friends who are more like aquaintances and don’t really mean much to me but I’m not the type who needs to fill up my address book just to have it full.

So while I”m not a constant jerk I have enough jerklike tendancies to, it seems, really piss people off. (oops?)

But yanno something? I really don’t care.

Like I said…
I have good friends. I have a wonderful family. I have a decent job. I”m fully able to be polite and courteous and respectful when the need arises or when I feel it’s warranted.
But I’ve come far enough in life that I simply do NOT feel the need to say everything in the nicest tone I can to avoid possibly hurting someone’s feelings.

Am I unnecessarily mean? Not usually but I”ll admit that I don’t keep my frustrations and anger under the best control every time I feel them.

I’m fairly kind to strangers. Nice but direct and honest with my friends and family. But I no longer hold every damned emotion Im feeling inside, either.

If someone is acting stupid, I let them know. If they’re cuntish to me, I”m cuntish right back. If I’m asked a question or for my opinion I generally put it out there pretty bluntly. I’m a little insensitive. Particularly in certain venues.

And I’m okay with that.

Someone has to be a bitch. Why not me?