You and I both know that V-day is just a bunch of hot air. Overpackaged, environment-be-damned, chocolate-scented air. Not an actual antidote to despair. When I read in ADBUSTERS that we buy more stuff when stressed-out, tired, and made to feel alone, it made sense of all the algorithms. Of commercials cutting in exactly at the climax. Of the user-surly interfaces exposing intelligent eyeballs to unnescessary, extra steps for no
Power to you if you can resist the New Year’s Disillusion. My hat’s off. Kudos. Purely hypothetically, if, say, you had no New Year’s resolution, but a strong wish to have someone to kiss as the ball drops next year, you’ve probably wondered what’s between you-now and you-then. Just Time? Ads tell you you should work/buy your way there. Your local gym doesn’t tempt you, but for the sake of
You’re too authentic to “just be grateful.” If you tell yourself “you should just be grateful” too much, how will you ever learn what actually makes you feel grateful, happy, curious, or alive? It’s hard to remember the last time you were happy – truly, deeply happy inside – if, even then, you didn’t feel lovable, didn’t really believe happiness was okay for you to feel. Not feeling safe to