WELCOME TO MY BIG TIME VANITY PROJECT
  • IT BEGINS HERE
  • TERMS AND CONDITIONS
  • TRIGGER WARNING
  • IT STARTS HERE
  • Lettuce prey
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  • ARTIST STATEMENT
  • DISCLAIMER
  • LIKE & SUBSCRIBE!
  • HOME
  • YOGA
  • THINGS I HATE
  • HOME
  • IT BEGINS HERE
  • TERMS AND CONDITIONS
  • TRIGGER WARNING
  • IT STARTS HERE
  • Lettuce prey
  • HOME
  • ARTIST STATEMENT
  • DISCLAIMER
  • LIKE & SUBSCRIBE!
  • HOME
  • YOGA
  • THINGS I HATE
  • HOME
WELCOME TO MY BIG TIME VANITY PROJECT
I have a best friend who regularly reminds me I'm not his best friend.

His best friend died three years ago, but still occupies the title of number one. 

"But if he's dead," I ask, "what could I possibly do to be your best friend now?"

"I don't know" he says, patting me on the back, "but I'm excited to see what you'll try." 

When I shared this with my therapist, she said, "Taren, that's not friendship. That's control and manipulation. You don't have to compete with a dead man or to be anyone's 'number one',"

Wow!

​Jealous much, Linda? 

I let her know that of all my therapists, Greg and I agree she's not even in the top five.



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