I do everything in my power to not know what is going on with current events. I do this to protect my sanity because nobody reports on a good thing that happened without first bombarding you with a thousand horrible things that happened.
My personal life is already shit enough. I do not need to know about all of the shit going on outside of my personal life on top of it.
Why do so many people expect me to develop a fetish for being ignored?
Because that’s what every single therapist I have tried to set an appointment with has done to me in the last seven goddamn fucking years.
Fuck therapists, they are shit, they are terrible, they do not deserve to exist, they are a plague on our society, and they should be done away with, like recreational lobotomies and having tobacco smoke blown up your ass.
I say that because in my experience there are exactly two kinds of people that can actually get therapy.
One: rich people who do not have problems and do not need therapists.
Two: poor people who are so fucked they are absolutely destined to lead a miserable life and there’s nothing that can be done to help them.
If you are not female, neither one of those categories apply to you.
And this is not a hating on women thing. This is a personal frustration as a man that has attempted to make several appointments for therapy after using the online web apps, after using websites, after calling offices, after reaching out to groups that handle mass appointments for therapists, being sent hopeful, inspiring emails about how excited these companies are to work with me and to take my money and how grateful they are that I have good insurance that will make it very inexpensive out of pocket for me to get all the therapy I need for all of my mental health issues.
Then, every single fucking goddamn therapist in the entire fucking state who sees my name presumably immediately takes the sheet of paper that my name was printed on and balls it up and shoves it up their ass and then goes to the toilet and shits it out.
And then when that shit paper clogs the toilet, they plunge the toilet and get a sewer snake to grind that piece of paper coated in shit up until it’s a fine mist of particles that the plumbing system and the sewer systems can easily handle to feed the microbes in the sewer systems.
So fuck the recommendation of going to a therapist.
I probably would profit a lot from having one. I feel like a lot of my problems are workoutable with a friend and with guidance.
But being as that for some reason I am cursed so that no person who has the training and qualifications necessary to take care of the problems in my life will ever actually be available to me as a human being to take advantage of their services, they can all go fucking die in a fire.
Hell yes, brother. That’s fantastic aggression. I’m being genuine, not sarcastic.
Now redirect that fierce emotion into continuing the relentless hunt for a good counselor that has an LCSW acronym by their name instead of useless chiropractors or random crystal hippies.
If the barrier of scheduling a simple fucking appointment is difficult for you, I have bad news for you once you grow up into being a real adult.
I do everything in my power to not know what is going on with current events. I do this to protect my sanity because nobody reports on a good thing that happened without first bombarding you with a thousand horrible things that happened.
My personal life is already shit enough. I do not need to know about all of the shit going on outside of my personal life on top of it.
Dude, please schedule an appointment with a LICENSED therapist/counselor, not advice from the fucking internet.
Why do so many people expect me to develop a fetish for being ignored?
Because that’s what every single therapist I have tried to set an appointment with has done to me in the last seven goddamn fucking years.
Fuck therapists, they are shit, they are terrible, they do not deserve to exist, they are a plague on our society, and they should be done away with, like recreational lobotomies and having tobacco smoke blown up your ass.
I say that because in my experience there are exactly two kinds of people that can actually get therapy.
One: rich people who do not have problems and do not need therapists.
Two: poor people who are so fucked they are absolutely destined to lead a miserable life and there’s nothing that can be done to help them.
If you are not female, neither one of those categories apply to you.
And this is not a hating on women thing. This is a personal frustration as a man that has attempted to make several appointments for therapy after using the online web apps, after using websites, after calling offices, after reaching out to groups that handle mass appointments for therapists, being sent hopeful, inspiring emails about how excited these companies are to work with me and to take my money and how grateful they are that I have good insurance that will make it very inexpensive out of pocket for me to get all the therapy I need for all of my mental health issues.
Then, every single fucking goddamn therapist in the entire fucking state who sees my name presumably immediately takes the sheet of paper that my name was printed on and balls it up and shoves it up their ass and then goes to the toilet and shits it out.
And then when that shit paper clogs the toilet, they plunge the toilet and get a sewer snake to grind that piece of paper coated in shit up until it’s a fine mist of particles that the plumbing system and the sewer systems can easily handle to feed the microbes in the sewer systems.
So fuck the recommendation of going to a therapist.
I probably would profit a lot from having one. I feel like a lot of my problems are workoutable with a friend and with guidance.
But being as that for some reason I am cursed so that no person who has the training and qualifications necessary to take care of the problems in my life will ever actually be available to me as a human being to take advantage of their services, they can all go fucking die in a fire.
Fuck them.
Hell yes, brother. That’s fantastic aggression. I’m being genuine, not sarcastic.
Now redirect that fierce emotion into continuing the relentless hunt for a good counselor that has an LCSW acronym by their name instead of useless chiropractors or random crystal hippies.
If the barrier of scheduling a simple fucking appointment is difficult for you, I have bad news for you once you grow up into being a real adult.