Some people become more compassionate when they lose their fixes.
I become more fierce.
When I get off the cock, off the grog and off social media.
My tolerance levels for those who won't help themselves drops dramatically.
So you're a FAT cunt?
Well go and do some exercise.
So you're suicidal?
Well, just go and kill yourself!
There's people with terminal illnesses that would give anything to have more time.
You want to threaten suicide? Or give yourself an early heart attack through obesity?
You won't get any sympathy from me. You're a fucking LOSER!
Yep, whenever I clean up my own act. People that don't do ANYTHING to help themselves -- drive me crazy.
These people would rather take a diet pill or an anti-depressant because they are too fucking lazy to do the inner work. They would rather a band-aid solution. Instead of getting to the root of their problem.
I'm deeply flawed, unhinged and neurotic. So I wouldn't listen to anything that I say. But to prevent myself from heading into 'LOSER TERRITORY'. I have what I call my toolbox.
My toolbox is filled with tools that I use every day to hold on to that last shred of sanity. And believe me the shred is thinning!
When I stop using my tools for days, weeks or months -- my life goes to complete and utter shite.
As soon as I open up my toolbox and become tool-girl. My life finds a semi-balance.
What are my tools? I've listed them below.
My name is Vanessa de Largie.