Fun-Sized Advice

On more fun-sized advice

Why am I so bored of getting out of bed, taking showers, brushing my teeth, eating, socializing, music, television, internet and basically everything? Ugh.
Because that’s your list of basically everything.

Coquette, why I am so terribly afraid of the future?
Because you think it exists.

My dad isn’t willing to change his abusive and manipulative behaviors, so why does it scare me so much that he could die when we aren’t on speaking terms?
Because you still think your father’s behavior is a matter of will.

I love him. I’ve loved him for a long time now. I know that he loves me too… why aren’t we saying it out loud?!?!
Because you’re so desperate for it.

I just boned one of my guy friends that I’ve had a crush on for years. He’s also my boyfriend’s best friend. The sex sucked. Why am I still walking around with a huge smile on my face?
Because you’re an emotionally crippled chaos junkie.

Why does my live-in boyfriend masturbate in the shower when he could fuck a very real, willing human —me!— instead?
Because it’s not always about you.

Why does seeing a picture of my ex’s new girl pop up on social media make me feel nauseous?
Because you’re not over your ex.

Why do I feel intimidated by you?
Because you’re weak.

Why does everything seem so scary?
Because fear makes you a better consumer.


One thought on “On more fun-sized advice

  1. B. says:

    Hey Coquette. First a HUGE thank you for all the answers through these years. This blog changed my life.

    Could you please clarify what you said in this post about the behavior of the reader’s father not being a matter of will? I know we are a product of our upbringing and the sum of our experiences, but at the end of the day we all have responsibility for our behavior and can consciously choose our actions. I can imagine you saying “it doesn’t matter because he will not change” and I agree with that. But why would you not acknowledge his responsibility for his actions? Am I missing something?

    Thank you for everything and much, much love.

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