But I was already cussing all this time.
Cuss more! Pretend the offending object is a person and demean them! Threaten their families!
I have threatened the oven stack at work for overheating on 3 out of 4 bays so many times. I’ve even taken out a hammer as I’ve walked over.
I probably look crazy, but I swear I have watched that thing start cooling quicker after.
I can see two use cases for this:
When I’m at mile 12 of a half marathon and I’m absolutely dying, and running on caffeine and verbalised self-hatred to put one foot in front of the other, like “come on dickhead, you’ve done this in training, stop being a fucking fanny and get through this, you can do a mile on your dick and that last tenth of a mile is your poseur time, get through it you arse piece”
Or, if I’ve got a cold and need to walk the thirteen-point-one yards to the kitchen when my stomach is doing somersaults and my joints ache, like “go for it bellend, you ain’t getting better sat on your fat hoop, get some paracetemol and stop being a miserable cunt, you can do this”.
Maybe I’ve been leaning too hard in to the self-loathing as a coping strategy.
Giving up is not the same as doing nothing. I can give up on saving the world and still so my best so we reach the best possible outcome.
Fuck yeah
