Dear Bitches, Sincerely, Your Entertainment

Dear Bitches,

Whereas I understand that you may exist in many places in my life such as High School, University, The Workplace, I do not understand why you exist. How you came to be is a fable, but an every day truth and legend. We watch movies such as Mean Girls and think they are funny (which of course, Regina George is iconic.) but the high school cliché of the Popular Girl/Bitch seeps into every day and you may be this person, or you may be the victim/source of entertainment. Either way, you need to read this and think about it after.

For a start, I’m funny about the word ‘bitch’. Bitches mean female dogs and those are lovely. But the bitches I’ve experienced, are something a hell of a lot worse. But for the sake of understanding and keeping this an under eighteen certificate blogpost, we’ll just call them that.

So Dear Bitches, it’s time you came to a realisation not about your actions, but about who you are. The undesirable caricature that you are becoming by draining out your own once innocent soul, by picking apart pieces of another as if you’re Voldemort planting your horcruxes. Luckily for you, I’m a hufflepuff and I might forgive, but not without teaching you a lesson on how to be kind and quite frankly, less of a dick. You see, I always think that how people treat others is a reflection of how they feel and are on the inside. If somebody is insecure, they are more likely and prone to lash out at others and cause them discomfort and mental harm as is makes them feel better. BUT THIS MUST STOP.

You can slate whoever you want, you can try to destroy whoever you want. At the end of the day, it’s not going to make you better or more desirable. It’s not going to determine your quality of life or make you feel like a saint. Sure, it’s going to make you feel powerful for a second, but only like Burdine the Mean from Bratz. You’re not like a bitchy Donald Trump, you don’t get to decide things for others or pretend you have loyal, devoted fans. You are weak. If you have an issue with somebody, it has nothing to do with what they look like- problems with other people brew from the inside. You can’t say you hate somebody because they have a feature you don’t like, that’s just showing off how superficial and shallow you are. If you have an issue with somebody, SAY IT TO THEIR FACE GODDAMNIT. If you were confident in yourself, you’d confront and talk the issues you have through with somebody. Maybe your issue isn’t with other people, maybe it’s yourself.

Maybe myself or my friend’s happiness reflects what you don’t have. Maybe that’s down to you not going after things because you’re afraid of what you might lose along the way. Maybe you really don’t have an issue with anybody. Maybe you just NEED the issues to keep your life going on an interesting path.

But for real, if you’re over the age of 25 and you’re just standing around bitching about others for your entertainment, you high key need to get a life. Get a hobby, go to fun classes. Compliment people and spend time with people you love. Spend more time thinking about what you can give rather than what you can gain. Realise that life is better spent with good vibes and positivity. Positivity can only radiate from you and the life you create, so get thinking.

Your social circle and world shouldn’t be what other people are doing whom you hardly know. It should be goals you have, wishes you want to accomplish. Things you want to work towards and how you’re going to reward yourself and the ones who helped get you there when it happens. It should be about providing and being a rock. Having the words of wisdom when your best friend needs it, having the shoulder to cry on when your partner needs it. It’s about family events and working to afford them, surprise parties to throw. Treats to have, trips to go on, new things to try. Giving and trying to improve the tiny, teeny small world around you. Spreading that happiness one step at a time.

So Dear Bitches,

I’ve reached my conclusion. I conclude that you can say what you want, and yes, I’ll be angry for days after. But only because I wouldn’t say what you have, only because I wouldn’t dare think of it. But I won’t react. And that’s because drama is a genre of TV. Not something that we live, unless you happen to live in Midsummer Murders.

Sincerely,

Your Entertainment

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