WhatDoesTheFoxSay?
Hold your head high, and your middle finger higher
- Dec 25, 2020
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Like the Great Old Ones of Lovecraftian lore, my demons are fearsome eldritch horrors with expert control over the human psyche. They thrive in the free rein I have unwittingly given them, and have gorged themselves silly on a bountiful harvest of negative emotions. They have become too powerful to be defeated or overcome. They call you names, insult and ridicule you. All the while convincing you that they're on your side and act in your best interests. Victory without a fight. Every curveball life throws at you is an opportunity. They watch with glee as you fold in the face of adversity, tightening their grip on you and sapping at your will to live.
"Such a klutz. It's a miracle you're still alive. 'How' that's possible can qualify as the Eighth Wonder of the World. Hey, I've got an idea! Tell you what, perhaps you could send our warmest regards to truck-kun the next time you cross the street and save us the trouble."
"Look around you. Drinking, partying, sex... Such indulgence. Don't you wish you were like them? Feast your eyes on that which you'll never have! Ha ha ha..."
"It's not the job, it's you. You're not cut out for anything in life.
Give. Up."
Do you have an inner critic? If so, how does it speak to you? Do you hear a single entity or multiple voices, where each has a distinct character? Do you have a drill sergeant barking commands at you, or an earworm composed of the nasty remarks others have made at you?
"Such a klutz. It's a miracle you're still alive. 'How' that's possible can qualify as the Eighth Wonder of the World. Hey, I've got an idea! Tell you what, perhaps you could send our warmest regards to truck-kun the next time you cross the street and save us the trouble."
"Look around you. Drinking, partying, sex... Such indulgence. Don't you wish you were like them? Feast your eyes on that which you'll never have! Ha ha ha..."
"It's not the job, it's you. You're not cut out for anything in life.
Give. Up."
Do you have an inner critic? If so, how does it speak to you? Do you hear a single entity or multiple voices, where each has a distinct character? Do you have a drill sergeant barking commands at you, or an earworm composed of the nasty remarks others have made at you?
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