Being Honest With Fiction

I look at life this way now. Perhaps this is because my choices are less attractive, and, so, I have to change my perception to improve my connection. If you want to grow, then you have to grow.Nothing changes if nothing changes. Am I right?At the same time, I look at our basic hang-ups and I regard our personal delusions and the thinking errors that keep us in a repetitive loop. I think about the way we are as grownups and as people and yet, at the same time, a part of us is spoiled like brats who never got their way. And so, we whine and we cry or we bitch and we moan. At least, I do.We complain and throw our tantrums and we move around and meander though our passive/aggressive ways, which is unfair to everyone.But to what avail?How does this help?Who does this help and what does this honor?How does this help me get from where I am to where I want to be?one could argue that the negative mental masturbation does nothing else but causes us to “go fuck ourselves’ for lack of better…