The first step is to say nice things about myself. The second, to do nice things for myself. The third, to find someone to buy me nice things. Blessed are the flexible, for they can tie themselves into knots. Only a lack of imagination saves me from immobilizing myself with imaginary fears.
False hope is nicer than no hope at all.
A good scapegoat is nearly as welcome as a solution to the problem. Instead I will move my TV into the bedroom. I'll find someone. I will find humor in my everyday life by looking for people I can laugh at. The next time the universe knocks on my door, I will pretend I am not home.