As for the bananas…what is that anyway? My dad used to say that to me. I would be in terrible pain, make the BIG mistake of telling him and he would tell me I needed to eat more bananas. Oh! Thanks! I will go get some right now!!!!!
Stupid.

You blog looks beautiful!
How do I put a snazzy picture up here?

Yeah, I’m still trying to figure that picture thing out myself. As soon as I (meaning “Trey”) do, I’ll let ya know.

I cannot WAIT for you to gather enough of these “Wake up Dumbass” essays together to make a book!!! this is fantastic..tho…i wish you weren’t having the pain!

Thanks!

Deb

Oh, thank you so much!

And REALLY? Every day that I’m not doing well is a day I COULD be doing well? WELL THERE YOU GO! Easy peasy!

Thanks-I’m really happy with how it looks.
And, I know! How could we have missed such an easy solution-”Just BE all right.”? Yeah, I’ll be getting right on that :P

Yes, we ARE ok as we are

Especially the bit about “one less day being happy.” Because all people with depression have just forgotten about that and would totally cheer up if they knew that.

*SIGH*.

Adyashanti, one of the teachers I follow, says personal development broadly breaks down into two categories:

1. The path is total enlightenment and awareness. You must do this (i.e. you’re a moron as you are.)

2. The path is total material achievement (i.e. you’re a moron because you don’t have that.)

Both groups feel that you’re also a moron if you can’t see they’re right. Never occurs to anybody that you might be totally OK as you are, no matter how screwed up you might be feeling.

You rock. Seriously. Thank you for saying it. It so desperately needs to be said.

I’m always so tempted to smile sweetly, reply with honey obviously dripping from my tongue, “If I wanted your opinion/ help/ advice don’t you think I would have asked for it? No, you asked me how I was doing, so I told you. I DID NOT SAY I NEEDED YOU TO TELL ME HOW TO FIX IT. Do you think I’m such an idiot that I can’t work out when I need your help and when I don’t or are you just such an interfering busy body with no problems of your own that you couldn’t resist sticking your nose in where it wasn’t invited?”

Generally I imagine progressing from the sickly sarcasm into a tower of rage that leaves the other person quivering in the corner and me laughing like a deranged mad woman.

Then I remember they’re doing it from the nicest, if a little ignorant, part of themselves and I go to nodding, saying “uh huh,” and thinking “TWAT.”

Bugger, I hate being able to see more than one side to every situation – totally blocks my inner deranged mad woman bent on terrorising the idiots of the world.