Posts tagged ‘Psychology’
If your inner child could see you today, what would they say? I think mine would probably high-five me right on the ass and tell me that I am doing a great job at drinking and whoring, but I should probably try and find a man to tame me, before my tits hit the ground in a gravity competition with my balls.
The most important relationship we have is the one we cultivate with ourselves. This can be a self-deprecating or negative relationship. In my case it is predominantly positive and possibly delusional. I basically look at myself in the mirror every day like one of the colored maids from the help and say: “You is kind. You is smart. You is important. People enjoy cocking around with you.” You should spend some time to think about the relationship you have created with yourself though, because it adversely affects your relationships with all other people.
If you are normally pretty hard on yourself and you constantly find yourself in difficult shituations, you have to ask yourself if the way you perceive yourself could be the culprit.
If you think that you are amazing and awesome, but everyone else relates to you as an asshole, then maybe you decided long ago to lie to yourself. You should examine that. I should examine that.
There are many ways to relate to yourself. Some of them are healthy, and some of them will probably be the death of you. The first step is to decide what kind of life you want (maybe think about what kind of life you wanted as a child) and then relate to yourself as a person that deserves that kind of life.
Then toast to your inner child and kill all its memories with some a Robitussin/Valium cocktail.
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How many hours, weeks, and days do we spend on problems only to realize that none of it mattered in the end? Every single day we are faced with what seem like life-altering choices. We make decisions that we think are the right ones. We cross our fingers and tie our vaginas in knots. But the truth is that in the end you will never know what lay at the end of the roads you didn’t travel. You will never know whether or not you made the right choice. So just accept that whatever choice you made was the right one by the sheer fact that it was the one you chose. Bitch.
This submission is from a new Manhattan friend, who’s turning out to be much more interesting (aka cra-cra) than expected. But always a good time!
So I just had this random thought and am sharing it with you because I don’t have a therapist. No response is necessary.