Episode 35: Chronic Self-Doubt & I Am Who I Am.

I howl like the wolf because I sit on the fence. I’m nothing if not ambivalent but it hurts my butt cheeks so much that I can’t accurately throw a spanner into the status quo. I keep missing ad infinitum, and yet even the mistakes do the same job, i.e. turn me into a chronic self-sabotager. No matter where I go, which isn’t very far these days, seeing as I am in limbo, I upset someone’s apple cart. But what can one do? Be yourself, whatever that means, as in something like, do your thing and pay the price, because there’s always a cost. Alternatively, you could people-please for the rest of your life and give yourself cancer, or live in a void, devoid of human contact, out of fear and loathing and not in Las Vegas. Perhaps live in the wilds where you will get eaten by a coyote, because you forgot to work on your bushcraft. Either way you can’t win, but at least, if you have access to WIFI you can listen to my comedy horror podcast, your favourite friendly neighbourhood Vigilante Cannibal Nun as Agony Aunt, where I siphon off the choicest letters from my brood of listeners from across time and space who send me their tales of woe, expecting me to solve their emotional problems which have invariably become horror problems on a scale akin to Santa killing an elf and haunting Rudolf for an eternity. Most of the time the line has been crossed and there ain’t much I can do to help said listeners, apart from laughing at their expense, so listen at your peril. Welcome to Episode 35: Chronic Self-Doubt and I Am Who I Am.