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People swear this idiotic tapping thing really works. I think it must just be a way to make sure you really say something to yourself... as opposed to just think it and drop it straight into your closed loop of self-pitying ways to avoid responsibility. In some strange way, even when we can drag ourselves to be responsible around or for others, it somehow falls apart when it's just for us.
Compensating ourselves for the shit we have to endure really does help... an iota... until, of course, it stops helping and starts hindering. Still, that just keeps getting dropped into the closed loop, doesn't it? By far, more Americans prefer illness and prescriptions and debility to being tough on ourselves.
My neighbors with three heart attacks apiece? The ones who are scandalized when I garden barefoot? They're both about three times wider now than they were before the heart attacks. Eating themselves to death. Overcoming their existential terror with sugar rushes.
It's really even more stupid because it isn't being tough on ourselves to cut out the poison. It's just totally no big deal to eat even shit we hate as long as it's nutritious. Especially if it's only for a week, or a month, or a year... but, really, forever... because there is NO good reason eating has to be a source of enjoyment. Not feeling uncomfortably hungry anymore is plenty enjoyable enough to completely cover that action.
Seriously.
There are a billion other ways to find enjoyment.
And, let's face it, there are plenty of delicious things to eat on all but the very most restrictive diet. Even so, even if you are allergic to everything and can only eat boiled chicken and carrot greens for the rest of your life, if that is what will make you feel well again, that is a thousand times better than being chained to a pharmacy for some chemical that will, at best, only put off your demise... but usually actually hasten it.
You're not going to die. That's total horse shit, and, yeah, maybe the same part of your brain in charge of warning you you're starving to death is the one screaming bloody murder when you "deprive" yourself of pasta, or bread, or doughnuts, or whatever, but the plain fact is that is immediately recognizable as dirt wrong, and the feeling is evidence of something toxic going on inside. That feeling signals you are addicted to poison, and since you'd rather eat it than deal with it, the thought of having to stop is swiftly shunted off into something to try in the future, which means that treat is toadally yours.
I'm thinking this tapping is about stopping that immediate slide into mañanaville... giving your true self a chance to grok that the stupid air sculpture is trying to kill you.
