How I see myself, in an image:
… It’s not pretty I’ll say that much. It’s pretty much a daily mantra of “you’re worthless. You’re pathetic. You’re an idiot. You’re living the life you deserve” deserve being: perpetually single, working in a factory, renting a garage “apartment.”
A cashier at Walmart yesterday said about herself “I’m so smart”
I replied “SMRT”.
K-L-U-K
You mean s m a r t :)
(he corrects himself, thus proving his smartness.)
“It’s gonna be okay?”
“It’s gonna be okay.”
“It’s gonna be okay!”
“Of course it will be okay, I’m the one who’s going to fix it!”
Awesome. Own that shit.
I’m not supposed to be here, but I am, so let’s bring some happiness to others.
Genius. You are an amazing person. Reminds me of a Kurt Vonnugut quote…
"Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you’ve got a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies-“God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”
“I wanna go home.”
I’m not sure why, this phrase has become a mental tic of mine. It makes abosolutely no sense because there is no sense in which I am not home. I live in one of my childhood houses.
Do you remember your childhood with your family when you think of going home
Nope, it’s almost like a verbal tic I don’t say out loud, it doesn’t come with thought.
Plot twist: you remember your “life between lives” Michael Newton’s Journey of Souls-style, and miss that home
Know your worth and you don’t know what you got.
One person’s trash is another’s treasure, but sometimes fixing and cleaning up an item devalues it to the right person.
A misprint is the most valuable form of currency, but most see it as a fake or worthless.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and ugly is ironically chic when value is irrelevant.
Self depreciation is fair value in your economy.
Putting money in a car for personal aesthetic taste or greater performance doesn’t add value if the engine is blown.
“I am a good person.”
My Catholic upbringing really ingrained in me the idea that I’m a fundamentally bad person. Turns out, even if you deconvert, those thought patterns will still plague you. So I have to remind myself often that just because I’m not Catholic or who my parents would like me to be, that doesn’t mean I’m doing anything wrong.
I’m not good, intelligent, interesting enough for anyone or anything.
Other people can be proud or confident. It’ll just make me arrogant.
As a tall bald white man, I scare everyone.
I need to have more normal interests.
I want to do more things I like, regardless.
I still haven’t made up for being a shitty kid/teenager, over 20 years later. Be more selfless.
Don’t ask for things, especially help.
I could go on.
You’re enough for me! 💜
The most dangerous lies you will ever hear are the ones we tell ourselves.
I remind myself of… Fuck I forgot.
Nah for real though, occasionally I remind myself to not take bullshit or threats from others.
Shit, even if I post some off-the-wall words occasionally, maybe I just had a bad day, ignore my dumb shit and downvote me into oblivion.
At heart I’m actually a genuinely caring person, but sometimes we all have bad days.
“OK. I can do it. I can do it. OK. OK. I can do it.”
42 here. In my teens and 20s I had depression, so I told myself horrible things like “I’m only worth anything to ppl bc of my art” and “everyone’s worse off for having known me,” but I don’t think like that anymore. I’ve been trying to think for a few mins if I tell myself positive stuff now instead, but I don’t think I do, I just stopped telling myself garbage.
“Give up on being happy. It’s just a distraction. If you do not succeed you will be wretched. If you fail you will not survive.”
Not much of anything, good or bad, at least I don’t think so. I’ve been on the float for some time.
