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October 16 - October 18, 2022
She knew I was here to make her take a break and was having a meltdown. “So, they’re all out there working together against you?” “Fuck no. Those assholes hate each other.” “So, then it’s not you against a hundred others working together. It’s a fucking free-for-all. Pull the stick out of your ass and beat them with it.” Quilly’s mouth dropped open. The tears didn’t stop flowing, but she was clearly stunned. “Fuck, that was a good line.” I paused, repeating what I’d just said in my head. “Yeah, it was.” She quickly got over her surprise. “Fuck your good line.
The exercise involved pretending to be two people: a merciless interviewer, and a brutally honest and courageous version of yourself. The interviewer started off by asking you a simple question, such as, “Why don’t you feel like you deserve to spend money on yourself?” And then the more honest and courageous version of you would answer truthfully, in a way that made you feel vulnerable. A way that made you feel uncomfortable with its honesty. That was the hard part. The truth wasn’t meant to make you feel good. If it did, you were doing it wrong.
Time is constant. Unless you’re a physicist; then, it’s relative.