It is cool and you should be interested! 

Is the response I gave you when you responded with “That’s cool” after I approached you with a small victory of mine... I have completed the basics of distress tolerance!

So let me put it to use. 

Oh, so, you’re going to stop everything you’re doing and give me your undivided attention now?
How about no. 
I don’t want to talk to you now. 
Thanks for putting me down and showing me how much you care about my progress. 
Thank you for validating me when I reach out to you. 
Thank you so much for showing all the fucks that you give. 

The basics of distress tolerance. 

Ok, so, instead of acting impulsively and giving you glares all night, I am going to recall what I’ve just completed in this workbook I purchased for my self benefit. 
First I’m going to formally accept that you don’t care. This is called radical acceptance and is aimed at accepting a current situation without trying to change what’s happened or wishful thinking about the way things could of gone. 
I am tempted to write, that I really wish you fucking gave me a cuddle and pat my back but instead I am writing that I don’t give a fuck if you don’t care because I am doing so well right now. I’m not letting you ruin my happy parade! 

After I went silent and ignored the fact that I had things to tell you, you got up and left the room. I decided to pursue writing this and when you returned, a little moment later another *annoying* thing happened. This annoys me because I am trying to focus whilst being distressed from YOUR rejection. So just let me be grumpy. Thank. you. very. much. 
I mean, I get it - You’re playing xbox.
I just happened to decide to take my hair out. I got my elastic caught and it was hurting so I said your name softly. You paused the game and asked me what I said and thus I explained the issue but had already retrieved the pain inducing elastic. SO DONT WORRY. 
But of course you won’t. I don’t need to tell you that. It was just the facial expression you sent with all the fucks you were giving out. Me on the other hand - shut the fuck up and get over it. There’s no REAL problem here. 

So there we go. I ACCEPT how ridiculous I am always being. You’re welcome that I am all the extra you and I will ever need. 

I’m actually benefitting from writing as I go. It’s so good. 
And wallah - this brings me to the second skill. Distraction. 

Distraction doesn’t always work for me, but this, writing here in the moment, is working very well! It surprises me. It’s almost working too well.

To the future to come! Or maybe even later again tonight... shall I turn to writing in the moment to surpass my distress and conquer my irrational emotional distress! 



See you on the flip side, baby! 