Too Sweet to be Sour

Some thoughts.

From pound shop polemics to purveying fiction, it’s been a tidy wee journey thus far. But I am not known for dishing out advice. So buckle in. My personal life has not been swell, and I haven’t managed it well. I have sought solace in all the wrong places and acted rashly when I should have been thoughtful. I’ve gotten ranty and sullen. And, I’ve gotten quite block-happy on WhatsApp and other places.

I am not here to tell you I’ve turned a page or was hopelessly wrong. I was just going through a lot of shite and dealing with it as best I could, and not a therapist in sight. My trials are far from over, and with trying to write several projects at once, do some parenting, renovate my house, and work full-time it’s a challenge. But for the first time in a wee while, I’m feeling pretty good about things. I have purpose, and my time is full. What it is not full of is time-wasting cunts. There are folk I need to re-establish comms with, and there are others who are utterly devoid of merit. So, my sage advice here is to embrace trimming the fat. Get blocking. Avoid those reckless with your time, whether that be from their innate neediness, selfishness, need to be in judgemental cliques and foster rumours, or just consume your fucking will to live. Block the cunts. Ignore them, or if needs be, tell them why they’ve got on your tits and move on with your day. Don’t devote mental resources to those that seek to injure you or bore the fucking tits off you. Life is short, and your problems can be dealt with in due course. Take your time, and for fucksake, don’t doom scroll socials or be a little digital stalker. Just get on with things, you’ll be alright. Don’t fall out with folk about the news; if they can’t understand they’ve a hard-on for fascism, or whatever the stupidity du jour is, well that’s not your mission to change their minds. After all, plenty of Germans were still stoaked about the Nazis twenty years after Hitler redecorated the outside of his bunker with his skull and a Luger. Some cunts just like the allure of order and being told what to do by an infant with a military and strong views on an out-group. Other folk are just fucking boring, narcissistic cunts that crash into their fifth decade with little to say beyond inanities. Whatever it is, offer support when it is needed, but don’t let cunts piss about with your time. Block em and go have a sandwich or a wank, or complete a jigsaw. Or Skyrim.

This is my free self-help. Kermit the Fraud and his Twevlve Drools over Life (or whatever that dumb fuckin book is called) need not apply. Make your bed if you want to.