Stop Saying that Nothing is Wrong

How many times should you let your dogs eat frogs? They never learn. Eating the frog would mean certain death, so all they ever do is lick it, or eat a leg and have it jump out. Yet time and again, late at night when it's dark in the backyard, my two dumb dogs go out, find some frog to either kill or maim, and come to the backdoor with huge smiles on their faces, and lots of foam at their mouths.

Do I ever learn? I make the same mistakes time and again. I fall in the same holes and flirt with the same boys. I say mean things when I should be kind, and I sing weird songs when I'm trying to be kind, but they come out mean.So should I be concerned about this, or does every one do this? My mom says that she looks up ex-boyfriends when she's mad at my dad, and that's not 100% healthy. I always assume that I'm the worst person in the world, but I don't think that's a real thing (i.e. contest for world's worst person, that is). I think every one is flawed, and comparing myself to other people is never the answer. There is no more than one ME; therefore, there is no one to compare myself to [Insert WWJD commentary here].

I am neurotic, and when I meet men, I have to suppress the immediate urge to tell them all the crazy stuff about myself-full disclosure. But I really only do this because I believe that I am uniquely flawed.

We're all a mess; let's face it. You'll really feel better when you do. That's how I came to have a spinal adjustment this morning. And now I'm a new person-a brand new person with a renewed spine. Wow! I never would have gotten to have that amazing feeling had I not been willing to admit that there was something wrong. This is a big metaphor for my life. We could all save ourselves a lot of grief by just accepting that life is crappy sometimes.

Great, now I'm spreading my hypochondriasis. Hey, just because you're a hypochondriac doesn't mean nothing's wrong.