If I Had a Hammer
I went to Target today. I wanted to buy a new bedspread, some dry erase boards, and a hammer.
Next to the hammer, there was an Exacto knife. It caught my eye. I thought how I could use it to kill or harm myself and I wanted to buy it. In my defense, going to Target at 3 pm on Sunday could make most people want to kill themselves.
But I didn’t want it in the joking way. I wanted it in the real way. And then I looked back at the hammer and thought, well I could just as easily do harm to myself with that.
And while that thought sounds fucked up, it was actually helpful. It helped me realize these are tools that were invented to help people, not harm them. An Exacto knife doesn’t have the power. A hammer doesn’t have the power. I do.
And so with my mighty power I chose to buy the hammer. And now I am going to use the hammer to help me hang up those dry erase boards in my room, and I am gonna write good stuff on them and I am going to positive affirmation the shit out of them.
