The Continuing Wisdom of #TGIT

“I don’t know how to do this thing you do, where you make me feel like crap and there are no words coming out of your mouth.”
— Amelia Shepherd, Grey’s Anatomy

#TGIT #BeenThere

Lazy Sunday snort laugh 

“Sometimes feeling full of something is exactly what you need: be it wisdom, shit, dicks, or egg rolls.”

OK, yeah, I’m in love with Brittany Gibbons. 

“Are you mental? We broke up! Get the net!”

Stacy: “Happy anniversary, Wayne.”

Wayne: “Stacy, we broke up 2 months ago.”

Stacy: “Well, that doesn’t mean we can’t still go out.”

Wayne: “Well, it does, actually. That’s what breaking up is.” 


Pfft. I’m not decorating this hellhole. 

I won’t paste her whole post, but it’s worth reading. It’s like Elizabeth Gilbert​ can see right into my wheelhouse. All of this, exactly, and this is why I never bothered putting a lot of furniture or decor in my Sad Singleton apartment. (By the way, I’m not an idiot —  I’m sure writing, like, a bajillion-dollar Oprah-endorsed didn’t suck as far as helping Gilbert get right with life, but I enjoy the general idea.)
“I almost went furniture shopping, in other words, to decorate my rut.
“I almost made that rut my permanent address.
“But some other, more stubborn, part of me, was like: ‘NO. We’re getting the hell out of here.’
“If you keep doing the things that take care of you, the general direction will be upward. It may be slow and twisted, but it will be mostly upward. You will rise. No matter how long it takes.
“In my case, the things that took care of me were: therapy, prayer, meditation, exercise, antidepressants, the solace of good friends, the comfort of reading good books, the practice of forgiveness and atonement, exposure to nature, looooooong walks, heart-opening acts of generosity, sometimes awkward attempts at self-compassion, listening to non-sad beautiful music, trying to get perspective on the human condition through philosophical study, trying to distract myself by learning Italian, getting rid of objects that held bad memories, setting boundaries with people who hurt or shamed me, moving to a new place…etc, etc.”


Wisdom from Elizabeth Gilbert

I’m done with 10-page letters, but this was still nice to read. (From Elizabeth Gilbert’s Facebook page.)

(Sidebar: “And YOU had rambled on for 18 pages…FRONT AND BACK!”)2015/01/img_3642-3.png

My friends are better than your friends.

I sent a friend a hormone-infused tantrum of an email about how much I suck. More on that later, but this was part of her wise response:

“The voices in our heads are often complete dickwads. We should be sort of thankful for them, in a way. If we were running around with full knowledge of our innate awesomeness and no self-doubt we would be insufferable cunts. So thank that voice for that. And then tell it to fuck off, because you got the message to check yourself before you wreck yourself, and you are doing quite well, thank you very much.”