Ramble

I apologize in advance, because I am in something of a hurry so this note may not be as well-written as I would like it to be, but I feel a compulsion to at least get the basic ideas across.

1. Social media is not good for you. It is not good for me. It is not good for anyone. It’s usefulness and positive aspects end at marketing. It’s toxic. It is mind cancer. It’s culture cancer. It’s just bad. Stop using social media and a majority of those feelings will dissipate naturally. Try it. 30 days. See for yourself.

2. If you were to watch a competition, a comparison, if you will, between a fish and a squirrel and the event they were undertaking in the competition was the climbing of a tree, I don’t think there is any argument that the squirrel would succeed at climbing the tree and the fish would just lie there and look quite out of place. The squirrel is then declared the winner… But what would happen if we took the same squirrel and the same fish and had them compete in an underwater race? The squirrel would die and the fish would be declared the winner. Now let’s examine. In the first event, did the squirrel really win? Or was it doing it’s own thing in it’s own environment and did squirrel stuff that all squirrels are good at? Are we the real dipshits for trying to judge a fish on it’s ability to climb a tree? I think it’s quite certainly so.
(When you compare yourself to your friend, you are essentially doing this exact thing, you’re the fish and her the squirrel. You’re not meant to be her. So of course you don’t look like her. And she’s not supposed to be you. There is only you. Your place has been carved out and was waiting for exactly you from the dawn of time, my friend. You are intentional and purposeful. Your purpose is not hers. You have your own chaotic, beautiful role to fulfill and if you’re busy looking at her, or anyone else, screw their life away as a slave to social media and getting ‘likes’ to feel better, you will miss the door to your pathway when it opens right in front of you.)

3. If you have feelings like this about your best friend, and you are not able to talk to her about them, I would strongly urge you to talk to a counselor or therapist. (I think absolutely everyone should do this anyway, but some of us, myself included, should do it sooner than later.) If nothing else, keep journaling. But for gooseberries biscuits sake my dearest, don’t compare yourself to the squirrel.

I don’t give a hoot, you are beautiful. You have meaning. You have unique purpose and pathways. Chin up. Eyes forward. Aim, and fire when ready. You got this.

Love & Respect,
Your Friend,
Odd Petunia