Ahoyhoy™,Continue reading “404 Happiness Not Found”
Drink every time you read “I didn’t need therapy”…
… Seriously though, drink responsibly. (serious)
begged the chair…
Continue reading “The Indelible Sulk—part 4 (Please Sit On Me)”
I meet the first psychiatrist…Continue reading “The Indelible Sulk—part 3”
Title’s accurate. This is indeed part 2 of The Indelible Sulk series.Continue reading “The Indelible Sulk—part 2”
Roysplainin’ returns with a crossover with my newest series.Continue reading “Roysplainin’—The Indelible Sulk”
This is my attempt at writing a “thank you and get well soon” letter.Continue reading “The Indelible Sulk (part 1)”
I’ve started freewriting intending to write the first “real” chapter of my book. Though I’ve only started, I’ve already run into my first problem: I can’t figure out what I should title my book….
Sure, I don’t need a title to write, but working on something with a name makes it much easier to discuss. The name doesn’t have to be perfect; I can change it later once the chapters cohere—the point is to have a starting point.
Back to the name, it must reflect the content, and tie it to my name and writing style. I just realized I don’t have a solid topic for the book… Well, that’s a problem—bigger than my title… New top priority: figure out a topic for my book. Given my breadth of interests, I don’t know where to start, so I’m going to build on the next word that comes to mind:
E M P A T H Y
I regret committing to this plan already… Well, at least I have a starting point now: write about empathy. Of everything I could’ve picked, why did this come to mind? What did I do to deserve this?! I don’t know how I’m going to pursue this yet—WAIT! I know exactly how I’m going to approach this. I’ll take a look at lessons I’ve learned, experiences I’ve experienced through two different lenses: my perspective on things now, and my perspective back then. If things proceed as intended, I’ll have created something good enough to explain what made me the way I am today—this includes my mood (e.g. high highs, low lows), my outlook (e.g. why I dislike people), my mental health issues , my coping strategies (the healthy ones and… the others…). It should help you see things through my perspective after I’ve finished explaining myself.
Now that I have my topic, I can revisit the title. The title must reflect me and my writing, so it should (at least try to) be funny. It needs to be something that’s discomforting enough to rile someone up, but captivating enough to hook you. Empathy involves putting yourself in someone else’s shoes; it’s supposed to be a two-way street.
NOTE: It should be a two-way street if only two people are involved. I guess if multiple people are involved, we're gonna need a roundabout... Unfortunately, going down that road leads back to where we started...
It involves you connecting with the other.
NOTE: Collision doesn't count as connecting here. Stay in your own lane.
This brings me to one-way empathy—that’s not especially empathic is it? At that point it’s just deciphering someone else’s perspective, so “one-way empathy” sounds like a strange enough phrase to title my book—it’s odd enough to pique one’s curiosity, but relatable enough to keep reading…
“One-way Empathy” alone doesn’t completely reflect what I’m trying to convey though. Rather, it doesn’t convey enough of what I’m getting at since it lacks a simple joke. It would be inappropriate for me to say anything without a(n attempt at a) joke… In case I wasn’t clear, the title’s incomplete because it lacks a joke. You know, like in case it really wasn’t clear.
NOTE: DISCLAIMER—I do not take responsibility for whether or not you find the joke funny—unless you find it hilarious. In that case I take full responsibility for the joke. I will also take responsibility if you find it marginally funny; I'm simple.
“It’s not you, it’s me” is something people say when they’re trying to be relatable and serious. “It’s not me, it’s you” is something I’d say to get a reaction out of someone—it’s something innocuous enough to slip into a casual conversation, and might make someone laugh once they slowly realize what I’ve said. The joke’s nondescript enough to give me enough time to escape any complications, and short enough to compete with my attention span too.
NOTE: SHUTUP IT'S COLD. Sorry, wrong joke. I meant: My attention span's sho—
Okay, my title’s almost complete. Now I need to create a little discomfort—not too much though, just enough to make you feel uneasy.
NOTE: Here, discomfort isn't the "I ate bad sushi" kind of discomfort, nor is it the "please, I can't handle any more of this Chūnibyō." It's more of an—I don't know exactly how to describe it. I'll try to recreate the experience instead. We're tuning into the internal monologue right when the joke starts sinking in. Unfortunately, it's about an hour after you've heard it while you're in line to grab coffee—presumably from Tim Hortons. After all, the saying is indeed All Roads Lead To Tim Hortons. Anybody who claims otherwise is mistaken or working for the Roman Tourism Industry...
Hey, that’s kinda funny—but should I laugh? I don’t know if that’s offensive or not. What will others think? Okay, I’m overthinking this—just laugh!
…But don’t laugh too hard ’cause you’ll appear insane. How am I going to explain this? If I tell them that I’m laughing at a joke I heard an hour ago it just makes me look slow. On the other hand, if I don’t tell them, it looks like I’m laughing at this cashier, and I don’t want to make her any life any rougher than it already is.
Enough time has passed now, she probably thinks I’m a creep or a moron who’s never used the tap feature on this portable payment processing terminal—or worse, both! Is it hot in here? Maybe I’m imagining things? I’ll close my eyes, take a deep breath, wake up, and realize this is all just a dream.
It’s not a dream. The squirming, blinking, and grimacing at this awkward situation makes it look like I’m trying to inconspicuously undo a wedgie… I need to let her know that I’m not crazy. You know what, screw it. There’s no redeeming myself now. I’ll just cut my losses, finish paying, and move on with my life. I hope I never run into this cashier again…
%^&*!! This machine doesn’t have a tap feature. Also, this isn’t my debit card—it’s my library card…
RIP self-esteem, and social clout .Attributed to a “wise” man—not to be confused with a wise man, a wise guy, or me
You know, I think “One-Way Empathy: It’s not me, it’s you” works well enough. I’ll let the reader figure out whether I’m talking about it from someone else’s perspective or my perspective.
NOTE: Or from mine.
That solves my title problem! Now I can move onto chapter one…
NOTE: Umm, actually you mean "That solves my title problem..."
NOTE 96: I’ve updated my Contact Me page explaining how you can help me if you choose to. This includes a messaging form, my gmail address, my Twitter account, and a donation button to my Ko-Fi page. I’ll update specifics gradually.