So you’re either one of two readers, reading this post.
You’re either someone who looooves self help books, despise self help books, or just don’t really care and want to stay connected with what I’m chatting about today. LOL, I’m kind of hoping for some of you babes, the third category is actually a thing.
Wait then. Did I say two readers? I guess there are actually three different types.
Personally, I’m neither a lover or extreme hater of self books — I’m mostly indifferent but at the surprising rate that self help books continue to be a thing and EVERYONE’S writing one I felt like speaking out.
Keep reading for 4 reasons why I personally think peeps should, ‘Stop Reading Self Help Books’:
In order to love someone else, you must first learn to love yourself.
I’m sure in someway, shape, or form we’ve all heard this statement time and time again. I mean, growing up, that’s all I ever heard. Childishly, I always figured it didn’t really mean anything because I knew I loved my mom; my dad; my family, but I wasn’t always so sure what it meant to love myself. As I entered into my teen years, life’s experiences got in the way and the negativity of my peers took center stage.
Kids were cruel, and at a young age (being oh so impressionable) I began to second guess who I was and the simple importance of me.
The week us college students have anxiously dreaded rolling around, and the week we get eager about diving into. IT’S FINALS WEEK. At least it is for me. If you’re in school like muah, you’re either in the same predicament as me and it’s here or it’s well on its way.
Personally, I don’t dread finals as most people do. Not sure how, when, or why but somewhere along the way my viewpoint on finals week changed. It’s stopped being this looming doom that settled into my bones and eventually dissipated. Somewhere along the way it became something I looked forward to.
Weird, right? Trust me, I know.
I guess I just started welcoming the stress and focusing more on the fact that the end was near, rather than the doom of a bunch of tests hitting me in the fucking face (sorry Mom!) in less than five days LOL.