Rant Alert: The F*ckwit Strikes Again

I'll be honest, I'm not in a good mood as I have had a serious case of bubble guts since I went for lunch with MBF at that organic restaurant yesterday. Maybe he slipped something in my food? Joke! I've been home for a few hours and now feel slightly more human and at 9'o'clock on the dot, this text came through.

'This is all a bit silly don't you think.'

Typical me, I howled with laughter and promptly called M up, told her and she eventually accepted that there was nothing else to come; this was what The F*ckwit had to say after two weeks(!!!!), by text.

Now there are a number of things about this text that really bug me, some of it personally directed at The F*ckwit, some of it just at men, and some of it just at us (as in men and women in general).

Let's be clear here: The F*ckwit and I didn't have a disagreement two weeks ago about why he hadn't replaced toilet roll/which DVD to watch/who should buy milk. He felt that because some university gave him a degree and told him he had a license to treat people that it meant that he could speak to me like I was an idiot and lecture me about my disease and my life, despite being a practicing junior doctor for all of a wet week. He was far too concerned with massaging his swollen ego and hearing the sound of his own voice, than shutting up and knowing when to quit whilst he was ahead. He didn't care about me, he cared about being right.

Does he think that we're still in a relationship and that we just had a falling out? For two weeks? In whose planet is he living?

This is the price we pay ladies for being fascinated with a species which is made of 75% water and 25% ego.

I'm amazed that a fully formed adult man took two weeks to come up with that message. How is it that men can treat people in hospitals, close big deals, survive in the big boys world which is overrun with egos, but they can't fathom basic communication with women? I appreciate that multitasking isn't a male strong point, but that's not an excuse. Why don't men know how to apologise and why can't men admit that they're in the wrong? And why do they think that we are so desperate for their company that they can slink back in at any time? I really am not hard up for dick so I'm not blinded because my libido or lust has befuddled my brain. I haven't even missed him!

I appreciate that it's the year 2006, but back in the day you had a telephone or a letter, which was always a bit dramatic so we really had to either meet up or get on the phone. The longer we avoided contact, the harder it would be to initiate contact, so we were forced to either make contact or cut or losses. We were forced to communicate with each other as we had very little options. Now we have a plethora of options and as humans, we seem to think that text messages, email, Post-It notes etc are the way to go. Instead of getting on the phone and biting the bullet, we bridge the gap with a form of communication that often leaves things wide open to intepretation and creates more problems. These options allow people to make a tentative step which protects their pride...their ego's....

We are lazy and we rely on technology to remove the energy and emotion out of things. We are cowardly and afraid of communication, but we 'think' that we are communicating with these lazier options. If I had fallen out with The F*ckwit a day or few ago, I could let it slide, but after two weeks, I'd expect him to have some brass nuts and get on the phone if he felt he had something to say. However, if you are going to rely on these forms of communication, the least you can do is write a decent succint message.

I find the 'tone' of his message, ie the wording, rather trite and patronising, like its owner and if that line is the best thing that this university educated doctor with such a large opinion, that claims to be a poet and a writer and soooo intelligent can rustle up, he can take a run and jump.

Hmmm, I wonder what I should reply?