It takes a while, but you, too, can become a Feral Bog Witch!
Just get old and become REALLY tired of people’s SHIT. Simmer in frustration and resentment for about 20 years, then add in a dash of malevolence and a shot of BITING and there ya go!
Last night I had a minor meltdown due to just finally being so frustrated I couldn’t hold it together any longer. I am lucky to have a wonderful partner to listen to my ranting and even allow a stress relieving bite. Now THAT is love!
We were talking about an issue that has been brewing for some time with a couple of friends. It’s a complicated knot, and we can’t really untangle it, which is maddening. It became emotional and the desire to bite was fierce. So, my loving and very trusting darling let me give him a good ole bite. It helped a bit. I did leave marks, but since I don’t really want to bite him, it was about half the bite I’d have given the people that deserve it.
I need to be clear: this is not a joke.
I am truly at the point where I am so fucking feral, I WILL bite. It’s all I have left. I am not listened to nor responded to by some people I care about and it has made me feral. I feel that biting the shit out of someone is the only way I’ll get any sort of acknowledgement or response. I guess this is what it feels like to be an animal who is trying to make a point. When nothing else works, biting is a valid response.
Feral.
Bog.
Witch.
This is not a threat to everyone, there are only a few people I’d like to bite the shit out of. But lemme tell you, if those few continue to behave in the manner that they are, I probably will just chomp rather than waste any more of my time talking. Either it’ll piss them off or scare them, whatever, at least it’s a response. ::shrug::
As we were discussing the biting thing, we realised that it is similar to people who self harm, in the way that you get so desperate you must do something to make sure you’re an actual person.
This morning, I remembered a story my mother told me. Apparently this biting issue has precedent! In the early 70s, we were at K Mart (mother, younger brother, me). We were probably 5 and 3-ish. I don’t remember this, so it had to be when we were very young.
So, at some point, the biting commenced. I don’t know who bit who, but there was a kerfluffle and my mother did what any 70s mom would do: she bit the biter and/or both of us! Right there in K Mart! LOL Then she hauled our crying asses out the door.
I wonder if anyone witnessed this and how hard they laughed about it! I know we just laughed until we cried when I relayed the story to Nick. OMG! Hysterical! I’m sure they thought, “Well, they come by it honest!”
All of that is to say: the biting has precedent. It has just been dormant for very long time. So beware the Feral Bog Witch. Approach carefully, bearing wine and dark chocolate. And maybe don’t piss her off. ::chomp:: ;)







