Why?
This exercise is taken from Matt Haig’s The Comfort Book
I want a boyfriend.
Why?
Someone to chat with and do stuff. I’m bored. I do the same stuff every day: TV, sleep, read, write.
Why?
I get bored on my own, I feel like a failure.
Why?
It’s just my thoughts going round and round my head the whole time. I have no money, no job, not too many friends. I don’t have worldly approval and success; I’m not that good at anything.
Why?
I spend most of the time being alone. I’m on the dole. I don’t meet that many people. I get bored really easily. I’m not all that enthusiastic about making new friends. I have no energy.
Why?
I find a lot of people unappealing. I don’t have much energy or interest in things.
Why?
I feel old now. I can’t be bothered any more. I’m tired out from all the stuff I’ve endured. I don’t have hope, goals, dreams.
Why?
I tried so hard and only damaged myself. I’ve endured years of loneliness, poverty, isolation and contempt in AA.
Why?
I was obsessed with D. and writing.
Why?
I thought he’d love me when I was a proper writer and then I’d be happy.
Why?
He was everything to me.
Why?
He was gorgeous, great fun, really interesting and successful.
Why?
He was able to earn a living creatively, bi-lingual, worldly, popular, extroverted, committed to AA.
Why?
He liked it.
Why?
He was extroverted and sociable.
Why?
I don’t know.
