tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post8511632639678850443..comments2023-09-05T08:45:22.572+01:00Comments on Bête de Jour: Friday Feedback :: Handbags at DawnLa Bêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05934460455824439786noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-41393087653601516002009-04-02T13:37:00.000+01:002009-04-02T13:37:00.000+01:00Bete - the bit where you went back to Holborn and ...Bete - the bit where you went back to Holborn and spied on him was absolutely brilliant. There's something dark within that, yet refreshing. True there ain't much you could have done but you did a lot more than you realised. The rage you felt again was perfectly justified, I would have felt worse, and thought worse even. I am truly sorry for your friend, I hope your friend finds strength and hope no matter how bleak.<BR/><BR/>Love your squirrel - see joy and bleakness, rage and peace always co-exist no?<BR/><BR/>All happy thoughts and fluffy clouds (for now) coming your way...Anon xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-28467143040944923622009-04-01T16:57:00.000+01:002009-04-01T16:57:00.000+01:00Yeah, what I said....Yeah, what I said....Nick Tannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03703986706947483265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-82609882526349934022009-03-31T12:43:00.000+01:002009-03-31T12:43:00.000+01:00Let it go.Or torch the kiosk.Either way, you win.Let it go.<BR/><BR/>Or torch the kiosk.<BR/><BR/>Either way, you win.AndrewMnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-87992756603849519622009-03-31T02:26:00.000+01:002009-03-31T02:26:00.000+01:00I'm sitting here with a bowl of rice pudding with ...I'm sitting here with a bowl of rice pudding with some nutmeg in it and I'd just like to say, before I watch another CYE and go to sleep, that I think you're all really smashing. <BR/><BR/>xxxLa Bêtehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05934460455824439786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-80189848678699244922009-03-30T21:48:00.000+01:002009-03-30T21:48:00.000+01:00Y'know... I just wrote a post about a messed up ev...Y'know... I just wrote a post about a messed up event as well. I feel pretty helpless sometimes... but what really helps me is knowing he's getting his share of the pain through karma. And obviously he's working on the street because he just not good enough for the better life.<BR/><BR/>So maybe you'll come to pity him instead?<BR/><BR/>I'm so very sorry for your friend -- but she's very lucky to have a friend like you. :)Curiosity Killerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00809674831648572684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-68678350688114044202009-03-30T19:54:00.000+01:002009-03-30T19:54:00.000+01:00To my mind, sir, those thoughts of what you could ...To my mind, sir, those thoughts of what you <EM>could</EM> have done are entirely normal and the best way to deal with rage - some rage is just too pronounced to pretend it doesn't exist, so dreaming-up imaginative paybacks work at it like a little tiny mouse does cheese: eventually, it will all be gone.<BR/><BR/>At least that's been my experience. I would also like to extend good karma to your friend.<BR/><BR/>Again also, I promise to be funnier next time.<BR/><BR/>Love RyRygantronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07338410206494835873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-73291529165073523192009-03-30T17:28:00.000+01:002009-03-30T17:28:00.000+01:00I have seen this squirrel before...I have seen this squirrel before...Percy Bisque Silleyhttp://percybisque.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-72756121020166598902009-03-29T18:31:00.000+01:002009-03-29T18:31:00.000+01:00Bonjour La Bête,Some people are bastards, some are...Bonjour La Bête,<BR/>Some people are bastards, some are angels, and most are a bit of both.<BR/>You can't change them, but don't get influenced and make sure you stay the decent guy you seem to be.<BR/>Good luck to your friend.<BR/>Uncle DidAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-88800333841566033732009-03-28T22:42:00.000+00:002009-03-28T22:42:00.000+00:00This week on one of our daily walks downtown, we c...This week on one of our daily walks downtown, we came across an older woman who'd tripped over some uneven sidewalk and fallen squarely on her left knee-cap. We rushed over, none of us able to actually help her, but hoping to ease her panic. We offered to call an ambulance or a friend or family member for her, but she declined, saying she just needed to sit there for a while. Luckily, there was a nurse present in the building near where she fell, and she came out and took over. I don't know what happened after that. I hope she's okay.Vulgar Wizardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07754278305523433845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-66041802096928352062009-03-28T21:34:00.000+00:002009-03-28T21:34:00.000+00:00Thank God for fat squirrels.Thank God for fat squirrels.henhttp://suburbanhen.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-64900233289258438972009-03-28T20:04:00.000+00:002009-03-28T20:04:00.000+00:00I would have been angry too. Unfortunately it is t...I would have been angry too. Unfortunately it is the default position for a great deal of people to see the worst in folk- to take them at face value, to react angrily instead of doing the decent thing. And I don't want to be unpopular by saying this but in big cities like London even more so. People become hard. That guy is a sad case.<BR/><BR/>You did the right thing by walking away from a fight and looking after your friend, your dignity intact.Misssy Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16499765849677367656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-84861648258195897992009-03-28T10:17:00.000+00:002009-03-28T10:17:00.000+00:00Ooh, everyone else here is much wiser than me. I p...Ooh, everyone else here is much wiser than me. I particularly like what daisyfae and Holly said, and Wisewebwoman with this:<BR/><BR/>"Be kinder than necessary. Everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle."<BR/><BR/>Hugs for you and your friend, Bete.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-5361521082130784432009-03-28T07:22:00.000+00:002009-03-28T07:22:00.000+00:00I get it. I can accept cancer, even for all it's u...I get it. I can accept cancer, even for all it's uglienss. Cancer happens - it is just doing what it does, the way a snow storm doesn't mean to freeze you to death - it's just being a snowstorm.<BR/><BR/>But people - people have a choice. They are consciously cruel to one another, or they decide to deflate into apathy. And that's what spins me with fury and sucks out all my hope for humanity.<BR/><BR/>Now I'm sad.PurestGreenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10860331983741242940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-16331246210968907462009-03-28T06:28:00.000+00:002009-03-28T06:28:00.000+00:00I tried to help a distressed person the other day...I tried to help a distressed person the other day. Early evening in our dire area, she crossed my path, walking fast and doing that gasping crying thing, with blood pissing out of her hand. So I stopped her and asked if she needed help.<BR/><BR/>She said "he's slashed me up", and showed me the cuts on her hand. So I asked again if she needed some help, or to go to the hospital, or anything, because when she held it up, the blood really was dripping. She said "you can walk me to the offy". I said I didn't think she needed the offy, she needed some medical attention. As soon as she realised I was not going to walk her to the offy, she started off again and we let her go.<BR/><BR/>Which is really unrelated to your story, BDJ, but it did occupy my mind for a bit. I wondered if she was already too drunk to realise she needed to at least wrap something around her hand. Why getting booze was more important than stopping her bleeding. If she had to get booze in for "he". Whether this had all happened before, and if she would one day not go back.<BR/><BR/>Then after about half an hour I reckoned the vampires must have got her by now (I've seen I am Legend), and went back to reading my book.truelateralhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16872335280772110393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-17397938674434154902009-03-27T23:34:00.000+00:002009-03-27T23:34:00.000+00:00There'll always be persons who put their own small...There'll always be persons who put their own small comforts above the welfare and even lives of others. I like to think there'll always be those who don't, too. Like your dear self.Annanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-8937444120873549272009-03-27T22:33:00.000+00:002009-03-27T22:33:00.000+00:001st I'd like to say- yes that man seemed to be a j...1st I'd like to say- yes that man seemed to be a jerk. It's one thing to be a jerk when you think someone is drunk and puking behind a place that you have to stand at to make a living... it's quite another to be that way when someone is most obviously ill. I understand that his, "I don't care", comment shows an extreme amount of disregard for the human condition and more importantly your sick friend (who you are extremely worried about and protective of, with good reason.)<BR/><BR/>Then again, if you had to peddle your lady wares to the aroma of freshly spewed sick, on a somewhat consistent basis, you too, might find yourself hardened to the plight of others. I wonder how many people have puked behind this kiosk where he sells his lady bags and other frivolities? How many of them were honestly sick? I wonder how many times he's had to smell their partially digested meals and how often, if ever, anyone went to get some water to help wash it away so that others would not have to see it or smell it. <BR/><BR/>This is not to say that he isn't a Twat for not caring. He most definitely is, with a capital T-I'm just saying, I'm not really keen on smelling the purgings of a stranger's stomach, either <BR/>:-( <BR/><BR/> I truely hope your friend is feeling better and congrats with regards to the noble squirrel. <BR/><BR/>This weekend, I will try to remember that <I>the art of kindness is all the sad world needs</I>Selenanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-3545765982571403222009-03-27T21:51:00.000+00:002009-03-27T21:51:00.000+00:00Be kinder than necessary. Everyone you meet is fig...Be kinder than necessary. Everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.<BR/>Words to live by, BDJ.<BR/>XO<BR/>WWWWisewebwomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281689872840844191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-56393608732292094072009-03-27T21:42:00.000+00:002009-03-27T21:42:00.000+00:00I totally understand you going back to spy on him....I totally understand you going back to spy on him. I get angry too, and then I want to be reminded that other people are human too, that they must have goodness in them somewhere, just as I'm just as capable of doing the bad stuff I abhor in others.<BR/><BR/>I recently fell out with some people on the internet, and was consumed for ages with how horrible they were. How could they be so awful? Why? I kept going back to spy on them, just to see whether they were still being horrible, or whether they'd learnt the error of their ways, or whether I'd got it wrong and they weren't so horrible after all. But no, they were still there, being blithely cruel to random passers by. I don't think they thought they were being cruel, or they thought they were only being ever so slightly mean and that really people shouldn't be such wusses as to be upset by the things they said. <BR/><BR/>Occasionally I start thinking about it all over again, and then suddenly I can't sleep. It's a pain.<BR/><BR/>I'm reminded too of the time I stumbled across a really nasty video online, of a woman apparently being raped. I tried to stop watching, but I couldn't, and then I sobbed for hours and hours. It was very silly, but I couldn't stop. I had a miscarriage two days later. I don't think that incident caused it; apparently the baby had died long before that. But it probably explained the excessive emotional response. Hmmm. You're not pregnant? Sorry. I'm an eejit.<BR/><BR/>Stan, take heart from the thought that you're a very thoughtful, intelligent and compassionate man. Otherwise you wouldn't be obsessing over this stuff. But then try to put it behind you and move on. The world is full of shitty stuff and shitty people. But nothing is black and white, and there's lots of good stuff out there too. Like you, supporting your friend.<BR/><BR/>Did it help to write this post? I hope so.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-11427128282076462102009-03-27T21:13:00.000+00:002009-03-27T21:13:00.000+00:00The reason why you keep envisioning hurting this m...The reason why you keep envisioning hurting this man, is because you are hurting. You love your friend, enough to help her puke in public. And it is completely unfair what is happening to her.<BR/><BR/>And it was completely unfair what the kiosk man said, what he did. So your brain goes into overdrive trying to effect or change the one thing you might have had control over.<BR/><BR/>only, the sad part is, all of this is out of your control. But your brain keeps trying. stupid brains anyway. <BR/><BR/>you can still help your friend though, help her puke, go see movies with her. <BR/><BR/>and you can help the kiosk man. but not feeding into his anger, fighting him and making it grow. <BR/><BR/>this all sucks very much bete. <BR/><BR/>so by all means, put it up here, in the blog and commune with the squirrel. And have you obtained a cat yet? Distract the brain by breathing and caretaking of others. <BR/><BR/>take care, (hug)<BR/><BR/>Mrs. HallMrs. Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15360433416733092249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-10697218814486683952009-03-27T20:01:00.000+00:002009-03-27T20:01:00.000+00:00i'm not a trained professional... but is it possib...i'm not a trained professional... but is it possible that some of your helpless rage, directed at the puke-averse kiosk troll, is really helpless rage that your friend has cancer, and you couldn't prevent that, or do much of anything else to help her?<BR/><BR/>doesn't make him less of a puke-averse kiosk troll, mind you...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com