I don’t want to do overgeneralization (or any other cognitive distortion), but most people don’t want others to tell them what they do want or don’t want to do.
I don’t want to break confidentiality, so I won’t identify the person in therapy yesterday who expressed frustration with a family member who tells others what they want, don’t want, or otherwise experience.
I don’t want to brag, but two years ago I made a t-shirt that says, “The Expert on My Own Experience.” I don’t want to give that t-shirt away, but I think my therapy patient could use that t-shirt, especially when dealing with that opinionated family member.
I don’t want to be too negative about the near future, but I posted this on Facebook last night:
I survived open heart surgery, but how will my heart survive the next four years?
You don’t want to miss all my photos from yesterday:
You don’t want to pay $20,078.33 for heart surgery, especially when that charge is the result of somebody entering the wrong diagnostic code.
You don’t want to live on Nathan Lane, because that would be uncomfortable for both of you.
You don’t want to leave a comment for this post? That’s okay, too.
You don’t want to go too long without expressing gratitude, so I want to thank everyone who helped me create this post and you — of course! — for wanting to visit here, now.