“I Went To Therapy About It— So It’s Not Me”
Lmfao
Imagine being this privileged
I’ve been to nutritionists all my life
I don’t get points — Nobody gives me credit
For the weight I haven’t gained, only berates me
For what I’m unable to lose—
Why does your therapy session
Make whatever subject you were struggling with
Somehow magically not apart of your life
Or the way you view the world
And your place in it?
I’ve been to therapy for depression—
Am I magically cured of that forever now
Because some lady told me to
Tap my wrists ?
Folks—
You can buy a home gym
Or all the therapy in the world
You can own every dildo on earth
But none of that is gonna make you
A different person.
The only thing you can do
Is start being open and honest
About your perspective.
For some reason— because this offends some people occasionally—
Social interactions have been banned from all
Authentic mistakes or any sort of IRL typo
At what point will people acknowledge
That all of this woke policing
Is making all conversations inauthentic
Putting all parties on eggshells.
Especially me, some socially damaged
Anxious awkward asshole