New Reasons To Be Bitter Everyday

March 18, 2012 at 11:39 pm (Giant Babies, idiots, personal)

What is going on?  A post from whyimbitter?  WHAT?!  She still exists?  What is happening here?!

My dear readers, I have been happy lately.  I know some of you may need a minute to breathe after that sentence, but I must push on.  It is well past my bedtime now, and I have to get the anger out before I hit the sack.

These days I have a job I actually enjoy, excel at and am challenged by enough to be happy.  I am not in collections anymore and the change has been wonderful for my mental health.  I haven’t been on meds in about six months and I’m doing really well.

And the key ingredient in the life makeover: the new relationship.  Or not so new, given it’s six months for us next Saturday.  Who knew that being with someone who treats you well, loves you, and isn’t a total douchebag would be so wonderful?  And why didn’t they tell me if they knew so much?

So, what on Earth could possibly be making me bitter these days, with so much happiness and fairies and unicorns and rainbows in my life?  The not quite ex wife is the million dollar answer on that one.

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You Don’t Have to Move

November 2, 2011 at 1:11 pm (Dating, personal)

The entirety of this post is after the jump as it concerns personal stories, and I’d like to hide it just a little bit more than normal.

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They’re Just Not That Nice

September 30, 2011 at 2:53 pm (arsehats, cliches, feminism, Giant Babies, idiots, men hate you, personal)

These final two scenarios are long and tied up together, so I’m making them a separate post to the first one.  It’s not just because I like extra hits on my blog, I swear 🙂

Nice Guy Scenario 3; Douchebag.  Not a very original nickname, granted, but I find it appropriate.  And in this situation, more than in any of the others, I should have known better.  I really really should have.  But that’s ok, live and learn, onwards and upwards, blah blah etc etc.

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Nice Guy Infestation

September 29, 2011 at 5:22 pm (arsehats, Dating, Giant Babies, idiots, personal)

A Nice Guy infestation is spreading through my life like a zombie outbreak.  Only nowhere near as cool.  I wish I was in a zombie apocalypse and could smash heads in with sledgehammers.  That would be way cool, especially compared to … this.  I have four examples for you, dear readers, just from the last couple of weeks of my life.  (And on a sidenote, aren’t you all lucky I chose to stop wasting my time with these dickwads, and start blogging again?  Much better use of this precious resource, I think).

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Inch by Inch

November 10, 2010 at 9:32 am (Dating, feminism, office, personal)

At work recently, my manager played us a video from Any Given Sunday.  It was Al Pacino’s speech about winning by banding together and fighting inch by inch etc.  And now I want to steal the inch metaphor for my own usage, and totally corrupt it in the process.

The inch by inch theory is the reason I hold grudges for so long.  Otherwise it will happen the same way every time: someone does something big and huge and unforgivable, and you walk away from them.  Then, over time, you let go of the anger because you want to be lighter and happy and a better person, but there’s still no need to talk to that person.  Then, you run into them somewhere and you smile a little and say hi, because what’s the point in ignoring them, and you’ve already forgotten about the mean thing, right?  Plus, it’s not like you’re friends, you’re just saying hi.  And then, you’re both at a party or a pub or whatever and you run into each other and there’s a bit of small talk, because after all, there’s no point in being angry anymore, right?  You’re both in the same place, you may as well be nice and catching up with someone you’ve known for a while is fun.  Then it happens a few more times, and you’re catching up with them more often than you’d think.  And you’ve forgotten about that horrible thing, and you’re just acquaintances, so it’s all good.  Until something major goes wrong for one of you, and the other is the one that is turned to.  Whether it’s them or you, the bond is formed again and whatever has gone wrong is worked through and you’re closer than ever.  And then they do something big and huge and unforgivable.  And that’s when you remember why you weren’t friends anymore in the first place.

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Update on me

November 8, 2010 at 11:55 pm (personal)

Since you were all hanging out for an update on me, and I love being the centre of the universe…

It’s been 10 weeks since I stopped taking anti-depressants.  This is huge for me because I’m still functioning.  I’m bending a bit under pressure, and there is massive temptation to just start on them again to make everything all perfect and rosy.  But it won’t make everything all perfect and rosy, and it will be harder to quit next time.  And honestly, if I can’t handle my shit at this stage in my life, I’ll never be able to.  So it’s time to learn.  And I’m actually doing pretty well at it.  So yay for me.

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November 8, 2010 at 11:15 pm (feminism, personal)

I’m 23, so being childfree right in this moment is not that big a deal, really.  Except that people normally phrase it as childless, and make many references to my age, or now being the wrong time, or my mind will change in the future.  Why do they do this?

I feel a bit like I’m covering an old topic here, because I’ve been having this conversation/argument/rant with/at people for years.  Ever since I decided I don’t want kids.

What does the general population find so hard to believe about the fact that I don’t want kids?

In the original draft of this post I began by listing all the qualities and characteristics about me that prove I shouldn’t have kids.  And then I deleted every single line of it, because why should I have to do that?  Why do I need to justify my desire not to have kids?  Do I really need to prove to everyone that I’d be a shit mother so they’ll leave me alone?

When I was diagnosed with PCOS, I jumped at the chance to just say ‘I can’t have kids.’  I know that technically my chances are low, not nil, and that it is still a possibility if I want them.  BUT I DON’T.  Shouldn’t that be the key decider in all this?  Imagine this:

Person 1: Do you want kids?  Person 2: No. Person 1: ok, cool.  How was your weekend?

How easy was that?  So simple, so easy, no judgement.

A relative went so far as to describe all the surgeries and medical treatments a friend with PCOS underwent to have a kid.  WHY WOULD I DO THAT?  Expensive, painful, and ends in a baby.  Why???

I’ve been warned that I could regret my decision.  True, I could.  I could also regret having them, and that would be a lot harder to fix.  And yeah, all those people who can’t have kids?  That’s a really crappy situation for them.  And yet, it’s also not my responsibility.  I’m not going to pop a few out just to make up for those who can’t have one.  Also, surely it’s more of a kick in the face to these people to just have a baby because you can?  I can’t say for certain, but I’m fairly sure it would be.  Logically.

But they’re not fighting with logic, are they?  They’re using guilt and thousands of years of repression and dominance to put me back in my place as a breeder. **  I don’t question people who tell me they don’t want to go to uni, don’t want to own their own business, never want to travel, don’t ever want to read a book, etc, so why the hell are my choices getting questioned?

And right there, with one word, I think I’ve found my answer.  Choice.  Either people are STILL struggling with the idea that it’s actually my choice if I have kids or not, or people are struggling with the idea that I would possibly choose not to have them.  And if women can choose not to have kids, what else do they know they can choose?  Holy crap this better be contained or next we’ll think we can run countries and stuff.

We should not have to justify these decisions in 2010.  It’s almost 2011 and as women we are still having to justify why we make whatever decision we choose to make with our lives, and specifically (and more infuriating to me) our bodies.  And that is complete and utter bullshit.

“I don’t want kids.” “cool, how was your weekend”.

That’s it.


*Sorry if this post is a bit disjointed, I’m stressed and tired and overworked.  Three more reasons my lifestyle doesn’t work if you add kids to the mix.

** Please know I’m not saying that anyone who has kids is merely reduced to this.  If that’s what you wanted, awesome and I’m so happy that you got that.  But if you have different dreams, no one has the right to force you to follow out their ideas for your life instead of your own.  It’s bullshit.

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Scared or Just Not Interested?

October 5, 2010 at 10:46 pm (Dating, personal)

How do you tell the difference?  I’m stuck, and in exactly the same position I end up in quite often.

I date two types of guys, deadset, downright arsehats and really really over the top nice guys.  Not Nice Guys ™, but actually genuinely nice guys.  Two very big extremes, I have issues with middle grounds.  It’s true, ask my psych 🙂

About six weeks ago I started dating a guy that was kind, considerate, fairly smart, funny and could mostly keep up with me.  And by the third date I was over it.  Or, at least I thought I was.  So I let him know I wasn’t interested and I walked away.
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The Blame Game

October 2, 2010 at 1:52 pm (abuse, arsehats, bullying, Dating, feminism, office, personal, Rapists)

A few years ago I followed a link and read this by Andrea Dworkin. I was upset and confused about such a strong feminist choosing not to report such a horrible thing to the police. I didn’t understand. And I felt it was my right to judge her, and all of her feminist acts, based on this one thing. I was very, very wrong.

These days though, I get it. I have never been raped (to my knowledge), but I have been in bad situations and haven’t reported any of them to authorities. I won’t report him for drugging me. I won’t report him to HR for causing my work life to be increasingly uncomfortable just because we had a bad date. I didn’t report my previous employer for the harassment and subsequent victimisation they put me through, even though it led to me quitting with no job lined up. And those are only the recent examples. I have a long history of not reporting things, and I feel this will continue far into my future (assuming of course that these horrible events keep occuring to me).

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More Dating issues, or Why Do I Even Bother?

September 27, 2010 at 5:38 pm (arsehats, Dating, office, personal)

I officially decided a couple of months ago that I’m ready to start dating again after coffeeguy.  Still trying to work out why I even bothered.  (And to the few readers that I have left, sorry if you thought there would be less dating posts these days)

So, in no particular order…

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