There once was a man from Nantucket…
Who said “I’m sick of people complaining about not being able to work because of “anxiety” or whatever. Honestly, don’t make excuses. Man up and get shit done. Wallowing in self-pity isn’t going to get you anywhere in life.”
And he expounded this thought…
Over and over to one particular person…
Until that person stopped talking to him…
Stopped showing up anywhere at all, really…
And he didn’t feel bad…
And soon he forgot that person even existed…
And lived a long and happy life.