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So, early last week, I went to therapy.
And yes I do go to therapy, because apparently
I love paying people to listen to me
and then give me useful advice that I already know.
During our session, I asked my therapist:
"What is it about me that make people think
it's okay for them to hurt, or lie to, or manipulate me?"
And she went on to explain to me about people and
their insecurities and that hurt people hurt people
and blah blah blah.
So in short, all she basically told me was:
"You're a big loser."
And aside from suggesting that I should cut
those people out of my life,
she also suggested something that I know
we've all heard of before...
"Blah blah blah... Love. Your. Enemies."
Love my enemies? Really?
And for the record - I don't have any enemies.
I mean, I don't have very many friends to begin with,
so how could I possibly have any enemies right?
...Right?
The only enemy I'm likely to make, is:
"Gimme yo money!"
No, no please... I don't have anything!
And if that's the case...
No, no please... I don't have anything!
But I'll give you a hug.
And yeah, when it comes to "loving" those people
I was telling my therapist about. F*** yeah I'm gonna do it.
Because I try to follow the golden rule.
I won't mistreat you, won't put you on blast.
Hell, I'll even be nicer to you and pay for your meal
or be super generous to you
even though you're being a *** friend!
My advice: If you have any enemies... kill 'em.
Kill 'em with kindness.
But wouldn't it be better if kindness was a knife?
Maybe that's what the therapist meant by
"cutting those people out of my life."
And on that happy note: thank you for watching
and I'll see you next week.
Get it? Got it? Good.