One of the books I’m reading encourages playing the “And Then What?” game when we feel afraid.

Tonight I am going to HP7P2. I went to HP7P1 with the Dude and the heathens at Christmas.

The day I threw the Dude out of my house it was because of the final straw of him taking that tatted up whore to see The Hangover when I had specifically asked him if he wanted to see it with me and he had dodged around and then did the exact thing I asked him to not. Fucker. Oh whoops. That was a little bitter seeping out.

So the whole “going to see a midnight movie” thing is so much more fraught with anxiety than it really should be. Because seriously?

So I played the And Then What? Game.

I am afraid the Dude and that Gutter Trash will be at the movie.

And Then What?

I will see them together and it will hurt.

And Then What?

I won’t have fun because I will focus on them and not the movie.

And Then What?

I will hurt and want to leave.

And Then What?

I will stay because I want to see the movie.

And Then What?

I will be uncomfortable.

And Then What?

I will hurt.

And Then What?

I might have to see them . . .

 

See – it just spirals.

The point of the exercise is that one is supposed to get so redonk with the And Then What? that it turns into “well they could have staged a unicorn wedding to take place with me as the non virgin sacrifice to their love while I am naked on stage in front of all the skinny girls from high school.”

But I saw the spiral and just took it a different direction.

I am afraid the Dude and that Gutter Trash will be at the movie.

And Then What?

He will see how fucking hot I am with the 25 pounds lost and the new haircut.

And Then What?

He will feel soooo stupid for ever cheating on me.

And Then What?

He will dump her on the spot.

And Then What?

She will throw a fit.

And Then What?

She will burst into flames.

And Then What?

I will giggle.

And Then What?

I will look even hotter. Because I look great in firelight.

And Then What?

He will beg me to take him back.

And Then What?

I will tell him, “maybe, but I have HP7P2 to watch. but you can rub my feet while I watch.”

 

 

I like my version of the game 🙂

 

(edited to add: I looked hawt and I saw no one there I knew. Rawk.)