Bitching Your Way to Good Health

My ex-husband said I could bitch a blue streak. He said I could be asleep and still find something to bitch about. I guess he was right. After our divorce I started feeling better. Was it because I’d kicked him to the curb or was it my bitching. I love to bitch. I’m always bitching about something – mostly about issues I can’t control like the weather. I can’t control it, I can’t change it. I don’t like being cold, hot or wet but that doesn’t stop me from bitching about it. But somehow it makes me feel better. My blood pressure drops with every bitch session and my headaches disappear. My personal epiphany, I could bitch my way to good health!

Let me clarify that bitching is a totally different energy than anger. Angry people are always angry. They go to bed angry and wake up angry. The other day my current husband and I went out to dinner. We noticed this guy two table over was arguing with his wife about HER steak being over done and not medium rare. She didn’t seem to mind so why was he so angry. He became even angrier when he couldn’t get the attention of the waiter. He stormed off to the host asking, it was more like demanding to see the chef. I looked at his annoyed wife and shrugged. She whispered, “He’s such an asshole!” I whispered back, “Doesn’t he know that anger will kill him quicker than that huge slab of meat he intends to devour. I could see her body relax and a smile creeping to her face with just two minutes of bitching. Or maybe it was the thought of that hefty life insurance payment she’d receive when he strokes out from uncontrolled anger issues.

Bitching can be a group event. Some women create reading groups to unwind. I have Stitch and Bitch night. My gal-pals and I pull out our sharp, pointy knitting needles and knit to relieve stress while bitching about world events, the price of gas, bad hair cuts, which has-been celeb got voted off Dancing with the Stars, you name it – we’ve got to bitch about it. There is a Zen quality to bitching that can’t be replicated with drugs.

As a final point, I was at the bank the other day trying to deposit one of my mammoth royalty checks. It bewilders me that the concept of direct deposit is still a mystery to the literary world. That’s an entirely new bitch . . . but I digress.

I’m waiting in the queue when a woman drives up to the drive through window with a Pomeranian in her car. Whenever the bank teller turned on the intercom to talk this dog starts yapping. Pomeranians yap. Maybe it’s because they’re puny Pomeranians. Then I realized what it was yapping at . . . nothing, NOTHING! It yaps because it can! It’s their way of bitching. I started bitching to the guy in front of me about this pain in the ass fuzzy rat and he said, “Don’t you YOUNG people have anything better to do than bitch!” I thought, “Young people?” This guy couldn’t have been much older than 45. I’m almost 60 . . . I rest my case.

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5 thoughts on “Bitching Your Way to Good Health”

  1. This is exactly why I’ve been considering switching to the Muslim Religion! Muslim women aint even allowed to show their face in public let alone open their mouth’s. Now that sounds like Heaven to me, that sounds like a place where I could finally rest in piece!

    1. I like the “Rest In Peace” suggestion Mayor. Oh how I’ve missed you and your warm and fuzzy comments! How’s tricks at the Trailer Park?

    1. As do I Donna!! The stress just seems to melt away! I think my next article will be, “Bitching Your Way to Weight Loss!”

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