Have you ever just sat there and thought.. Damn I’ve been through a lot of shit.
Someone actually asked me today ‘How are you managing to stay so positive?’
‘Well obvs what motivates me the most is the fact that being positive really pisses off the negative mother-fucking haters out there!’
People have also been so very sweet and told me that I’m superhero brave.
As much as I’d love to be juxtaposed to a sexy hot Wonder Woman.. I’m not really brave at all. In situations like this you just have to ask yourself..
Do I need this?
Does it spark joy?
Does it fuck!
Other people have had very good intentions too and offered me illuminating examples of encouragement..
Such as how I should use canine rectal valium to control seizures (the offer of insertion was also provided) or that I should be snacking on pickled long-haired guinea pigs and sea cucumbers to prevent Bambi from boomeranging.
But seriously, I really will try my best not to judge anyone over a health condition they know absolutely fuck all about.
Curiously, a low bullshit threshold seems to be an unexpected brilliant side effect of brain cancer!
In other news I finally got out of my pjs today, into different ones.
That counts as getting dressed right?