The best thing to do is to pick a gigantic fight,
With your boyfriend, Dad or anyone that treats you right,
Maybe your aunt, a cute dog or a bumble bee.
The sole reason being, I don't like the way they look at me.
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Next, get naked and lie on top of your bed,
Let all the foul things you think about yourself fill your head,
“Fat bitch, cunt, stupid piece of shit, rotten to the core”
Spread eagle, masturbate, chastise yourself, “a whore”
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Then, convince yourself that you have bed bugs,
Wash all of your clothes and throw out your rugs.
Fold and organise what remains but fail miserably,
And now you need to locate your college degree.
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After this debacle, to decompress decide to make dinner.
Even though this is the week, you swore you’d get thinner,
But no it will be simple, nutritious and won't need much work.
How about a balsamic and shallot reduced shoulder of pork?
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While you’re browsing through complex recipes,
Do you remember when you last saw your keys?
But now that you’re online, fill your cart with clothes you want to wear
Clothes that say, “I’m hot, I’m cool and honestly i just don't care”
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You realise you do care, however, that’s a matter of fact,
So rather than external evolution you need to change tact,
Make a gratitude list and a habit tracker on Notion,
Maybe this will finally set your life in motion.
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Organisation and focus will block out the voices,
Then you remember that life is full of choices
You think “wow, this could be a transformative essay”
After you write the title, you realise you have nothing else to say.
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And the cycle begins again - wash, rinse and repeat.
My Dad’s advise: write a to-do list, take a break, sleep and eat.
I'm not sure if this is just a rhyming to-do list or a soliloquy,
But writing down these thoughts down will make them go away.