I told a friend yesterday that “a soft, sweet voice talking about gratitude does not make me want to practice gratitude. It makes me want to shoot heroin.” This was in a conversation about the origins of Get the F__k Off, and WHY I decided to create with blasting aggression and profanity.
Years ago, in my own personal development journey, I could not…. in fact I would not receive love and guidance from people who had all of my best intentions at heart. Maybe it started in 8th grade when my guidance counselor was trying to coax me into giving her information about fellating a senior in the high school auditorium. All I heard behind that soft tone was jail bars and my reputation.
Who the f__k knows?
I just know that when your life is going to hell, and you’re hanging off a barstool at 4:00 am in the middle of Times Square every night, people f––king screaming and doing lines in the bathroom, the last thing you want to do is hear some child whose body has never been stretched sixteen ways to Sunday talk about f––king gratitude.
A lot of times, these “tough” identities are extremely protective, developed long before we were conscious enough to know we made a choice.
And I think for me (and many people I have known in my life) it was just impossible to trust that without that external layer of protection, life could be managed at all. I certainly thought that “giving this up” or “giving that up” would contribute to an image of weakness, sadness, low energy, and lack of fulfillment and success. I thought my image was important. It was important!
(And let’s be real– I’m a lot sexier to the voyeuristic world living in New York City than if I was in Wallace, Idaho.)
And yet, it’s important to notice when that stuff isn’t giving us the life we want any longer. For me, it was noticing that anger, venom, binge drinking, making subtle slaps at others, and stacking up my ego against people were not giving me a life I desired. It was making me the opposite of what I wanted to be. It was noticing that all the whiskey I drank to try to mimic a magazine ad was not bringing me that magazine image. I was a bloated f__kwad who was eloquent for about two and a half beers. Then, I became a slur fest. It was noticing that “trying to do it alone” was just keeping me churning in a loop.
And the only reason *I* got out of it was because I had a rock bottom. My “strong ego” was not strong enough to refuse help any longer. It was forced into submission. It was forced to swallow the voices of people talking about gratitude.
And idfk… I mean look at me. I turned out all right. 🤷🏻♀️😂
But I figured out that not everyone needs to have a rock bottom. What if I could just reach people before that happens? What if I could come into a relationship with someone else and say: “it’s OK for you to hold this identity right now? I get it. You can swear. You don’t have to sit in the lotus and talk about gratitude and eating flaxseeds today.”
These hard, protective identities are 100% made up…
And yet, when we have those hard, protective identities that we developed probably because at one point in time, we HAD TO, people tend to think “you’ve got it.”
People want to just leave you be, and they don’t know how to speak your language. And they think “OK, when she’s ready she’ll come along.” (Or he will, or they…) It’s like… no. Good luck. The hard masculine ego is too strong for that.
It needs to be spoken to in a language it understands.
That it’s OK to be you as you are. You don’t ever have to give that identity up. Maybe you will want to someday. Maybe not.
It’s all OK.
Stay hard 🍆
And stay beautiful