There was a very distinct moment in recent therapy wherein I was all, wait, not giving a fuck is an option here? And then suddenly it was, everywhere.
Heh. My therapist said to me a couple of weeks ago, "I feel like you're REALLY CLOSE to that stage of your life where you have zero fucks left to give about all the bullshit going on, and that is going to be glorious."
(I am not there yet.)
I'm still pretty amused at the parallel paths our therapy took, Tep, considering our divergent issues.
I am feeling pretty bereft at the loss of my therapist, too, amidst everything else.
But yes, it was a beautiful and liberating moment. Lights shone down from heaven. Pretty sure there was a choir.
Not that it's stuck, entirely, but I can definitively say I give fewer fucks at the moment than previously were given.
Think that shows enough Fuck-It
The Fuck-It is strong in this one
May we all soon achieve a helpful level of Fuck-It
I'm still pretty amused at the parallel paths our therapy took, Tep, considering our divergent issues.
That is super serendipitous!
Crap, I still give a fuck. I will take a dose of Fuckitall and see if I am misanthropic in the morning.
Take Fuckitall with wine and chocolate.
Side effects may include lowered blood pressure, elevated feet, and missed deadlines.
In case of overdose, go immediately to the nearest beach or amusement park.
Ask your doctor if Fuckitall is right for you!
Someone tell me to start packing.
Seriously sj, don't you think it was about time you packed?