Friday, April 10, 2026

Easy does it

 I ran a portion of my true story through AI analysis, and it recommended I seek therapy.   

Easier said than done.  How about the people who tried to bury me seek jail time?  Why don't they seek the wooden shower they so richly deserve?    
For the same reason, I do not seek therapy.  
They don't think those folks should go to jail, and I don't think I should have to go to therapy for being the victim of a crime.  While the real criminals in this deal get off without repercussions.    
 
I don't trust them or their abilities to bring resolution to my grievances about almost being murdered, being lied about, being assaulted, and then receiving a full week's worth of fucking torture at the hands of the county while my small business crashed and burned.  
Yeah, I'm cool, as a matter of fact, I wipe my ass with therapy, it's all a racket to scam people into taking drugs they don't need or want.    
I'll never back down from my story because I'm the guy who almost died!

I'm doing well without any assistance; my life is my own, regardless of whether anyone approves.  

Did my uncle Ray seek therapy for the two Purple Hearts he earned in Europe?  They didn't even know what that was; it didn't exist. Now, everybody is in therapy, and is the world a better place than it was before all these people got in touch with their feelings?  Fuck no!  
The narcissistic baby boomers invented psychotherapy to assuage their guilt for being such shitty children who fucked everything up, including their children, Generation X.   You think they gave a fuck about us?  I was alone most of my life; this is a new phenomenon for me now.  Not at all.  Like most of my friends, we were adults by the time we were in high school.  Therapy?  Whatever, man...




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