No, I’m not a big fan of bitching. I can neither acquit myself from charges of bitching now and then. And no, I don’t bitch because it’s an inherent characteristic of a woman. I’ve seen quite a few men guilty of the charge. Now, that a few “assumptions” have been cleared, let’s get on with it.

Have I talked badly about someone behind their back? Yeah, sure. Quite a few times really. Do I talk badly about everyone behind my back? Hell no. I reserve that status for the few, rather special people in my life. Are there people who bitch about everyone else in their life? Yeah sure. Tons of them. And they are the ones I am gonna talk about. Their circle of life. Uhm, I mean bitching.

You would imagine that people who bitch all the time don’t really have friends. But, they do. In fact they have quite a few! Tons of friends to party with, tons of friends to hang out with, tons of friends to bitch with. Oh, and tons of ‘friends’ to bitch about.

In fact, the bitching brings them closer… “Oh my, did you hear what HE was doing the other day?”, “Wait, you don’t like him either?”, “Ugh, how could I, when all he can do is blah blah blah”.. Subject of conversation approaches, “Hi there, how was your day?” “I love what you’re wearing. And I heard what you did the other day! That was amazing!!”. Exchange sly glances. New bitch relationship found. So yeah. Bitching does form friendship. Of a sort. Until, of course you realize that the subject of bitching in “Week – 1” was you, and there goes your friendship.

Start “Week Current” bitching about that old friend with new bitch friend (yes! the initial subject of the bitching), and now we now have a full circle of bitching.

There are those who still remain friends and bitch all through their ‘friendship’. They are a special category of ‘human’. I will not talk about that category of ‘human’. End bitching. End.