D.I.C - Daddy Issues Club. It's Complicated.

Let's face it, we live in a world where we all have issues and we all could use a good dose of [psycho] therapy.  I like to think that I am my best therapist, but I am sure that illusion will be quickly shattered once I actually start paying someone to tell me that drunk texting is not actually the root of my current delinquencies, rather a symptom.  I think more so than any other issues I have with myself, mentally or physically, are my trust issues.  They are the toll-road to romantic isolation.  I wish I were vulnerable and could tell my romantic interests that I have feelings for them, or would like to explore a relationship with them, but those sentiments are usually lost in translation (illegible drunk texts, fragmented words in between heart wrenching sobs, you know, emotional and verbal interpretations gone awry).  I am occasionally successful in my attempted delivery of normal human emotions - it's easy when you are telling some OkCupid mutant to lose your number.

And, even though my trust issues have robbed me of any sense of a normal relationship, in the entirety of my life, I do feel fortunate that I have not fallen victim to its cold, firm, life-altering grasp like so many others.  I successfully escaped teenage pregnancy, I do not have any life-threatening addictions, I've received a high school degree, college diploma and for whatever reason I am pursuing a Masters degree.

I think instead of being ashamed of our issues we, collectively, should stop victimizing ourselves in an effort to make our shitty behavior somehow seem justifiable.  As if acting like a complete bitch or douchebag is somehow okay because your dad told you, "you say I love you too much, don't talk to me." And shame on you if you have someone trying to be vulnerable with you and you give some bullshit, "I-can't-do-this-right-now," "it's-complicated/I'm-complicated," run of the mill word vomit.  You're a tool, just say that.  Just say, "I am a fucking tool."  It will help everyone sleep better at night.

On that note, I am interested in a business venture, probably in partnership with MTV or VH1, where the baddest guys and dolls with daddy, or parental, issues (guys can have daddy issues, too), all live in a house together and run amok.  There can be daily group sessions, to help break through the greasy exterior, and in an effort to differentiate D.I.C from The Real World.  Suggestions and input are welcome, so is funding.

Can you see it?  D.I.C.K.  Daddy Issues Club with Katye.  I always knew I was meant for great things.