MichelleLuongo
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A Bitter Bitch's Biography
Remember in the old cartoons when someone, usually a large, very angry chef would whip out an even larger fish and just slap a guy in the face? Then the guy gets so angry that his whole body turns red and bursts into flames? That's what it was like the first time someone called me bitter. A dear friend of mine had gotten engaged and the conversation turned to my being single where a series of 'positive' encouragements washed over me like a sea of overly-hopeful mothers. I responded like any other smart-ass would have: 'Oh, I just haven't found anyone willing to put up with me.' Then, the four most dangerous words were spat at me by an eighty year-old man: "Oh, don't be bitter." His words resonated with me for days. Was I being bitter? I was ecstatic for my friend and surely I am not being bitter if I am happy for her. Yeah, I was a little jealous of their 'inspirational couple' status. But I was still happy for her. In my mind, bitterness and happiness could not exist at the same time. If you were bitter, then you were just a sad and angry person. I used to think bitterness went hand in hand with resentment. I am here to tell you that I was wrong. Am I still bitter? Sure am. But, am I happy? Absolutely.
By MichelleLuongo7 years ago in Psyche