You're a mean girl

How old are you when you encounter your first bitch?  

And I mean like a real bitch - not someone who doesn't give you her cake bar or tells you honestly that she preferred you with long hair.  I mean an actual bitch.  The sneaky back stabbing kind.  

Some of us meet our first bitch when we look in the mirror.  Others are luckier and see it years later in someone else, but either way - we all end up meeting a bitch.  

 Janice is so right here.  The latter evil people she describes are by far the worst kind.  Particularly when they're supposed to be your friends.  You know the kind, they see you drowning but don't throw you a rope because they might get a bit splashed.  It's no good giving me all that 'scared' malarky - I just don't buy it.  We all get scared in life.  But when you see someone getting hurt, you've got to jump up and help them.

I'm not going to lie.  Bitchiness can be fun.  But you've got to stick to the golden rule.  Don't say anything that you wouldn't say to their face.  The same goes for double crossing them, stirring the shit pot etc.  Bitchiness can be a really good way to get things off of your chest.  The trouble is that a lot of us now are really two faced.  

Recently I've had some upsets which I won't go into too much now.  But basically, I ended up believing that I was pretty much friendless and a massive joke to have a gossip about.  I was abolutely mortified and that's part of the reason why I escaped my small town and went up to York to see the bezzie.  I was distraught that even after all these years it still seemed to be a severe struggle to make friends.  

However, it seems to be Chinese whispers gone very sour.  

I know that there is still gossip about me (How?  My manager told me.  Yey.) but at least I've been reassured now that I'm not on my own.  At the end of the day, if people have a problem or have heard a rumour - please come and say it to my face.  There's at least two sides to every story, and people aren't even interested in hearing the story - they just enjoy the odd rumour that has no basis in truth!!

Anyway, I digress - the point of this blog was to tell you people out there (if there's anyone, I don't actually think there is, pretty sure I just write these for myself) to stop being mean.  It's not big.  It's not clever.  It gives you a temporary happiness and the other person can get a lifetime of misery due to your actions.

So let's stop with the guessing.

 And get really positive

Wise words, Tina Fey.

Peace out.