Thursday, November 7, 2013

Purpose

My therapist repeatedly asks "what purpose does this or that serve?"

This or that = He or she. 
He or she = assholes from my past

Assholes from my past. There are so many to choose from, how to begin? Why not begin with the end; the last momentous memory the ubiquitous "they" gave. 

"I promise, I'll write to you." 
(but it was nice knowing you)

"I didn't sign up for all that,"
(get your crippled ass away from my life)

"You're my favorite daughter!"
(you exist to market my business)

"According to these books, you're fucked up anyway so what I say shouldn't matter."
(broken toys are easier to shatter)

What purpose did these, and too many others, serve in my life? Perhaps to show me the myriad lies people tell. Or maybe to give me a vaulting point, to go higher or sink lower. 




What began as a blog for anonymous bitches has morphed into a blog wherein I bitch about stupid things.