Friday, June 13, 2008
Deb: Pondering Negativity
You know, I spend a lot of time laughing at those shitty self-help books that claim you can become a millionaire by wishing it so, but the principle probably stands to some degree simply because of basic human psychology. You can’t do something just because you think you can, but you sure as hell can’t do something you think you can’t.
Just pondering the many species of psychic leech again. Don’t mind me.
Come to think of it, though, isn’t the media one of the species? You’ll never make anything of yourself...you’ll be raped or murdered or become a drug addict because you had a glass of wine when you were 14 and saw someone smoke in a movie...and that’s only if you survive the coming Depression That Will Make The So-Called Great One Look Like Child’s Play Because Oh My God The Gas Prices Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And so forth. The pessimistic people around us are amateurs by comparison.
I wonder what percentage of my slump of late has to do with the tiny, secret belief that there’s no point in trying. Funny how trying anyway makes me feel better, but you know? The whole world is in a snit at the moment, and I don’t blame it, even if it *is* for all the wrong reasons. That’s got to rub off on a body.
