Day Seven

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.