So, tonight I attended a gathering of female entrepreneurs, and someone flagged my negative self-talk and offered me an affirmation card.
OK, shut up, assholes — I rolled my eyes, too. BUT. Picking a card at random, check out this prescient motherfucker right here.
I’m about to pay for EXTRA therapy for my past nonsense, but this card’s all, “Naw, girl, I got you.”
On the bright side, I’m no longer self-conscious about being white trash. I am classy as fuck, y’all.
So, hey, here’s a way a man on OkCupid decided to start a conversation with me…
He’s not even here.
My brain is a fucking idiot.
Me: “I am stronger than this.”
Anxiety: “You’re really not.”
Me: “Hey, fuck you, fuckface, I AM SO! You can’t tell me shit!”
Ah, the perks of being anxious but belligerent.
Tonight I’m going to a party where I may or may not see Guy I Dated for a Minute, and I officially hate my brain and its tendency to overthink. Mostly because it’s overthinking the fact that HE’s likely not overthinking a goddamn thing.
I should mention: I am fully aware he tapped — heh — into some things in my brain he couldn’t POSSIBLY have known about. I could’ve behaved differently, so I know it’s not totally his fault that he’s a giant bitch-baby.