Disappointment

You know, I’ve been a fear doctor for almost thirteen years and the thing that I hear patients say time and time again is: “Hazel, I love you and want to knead your hips.” And the other thing they always mention is how disappointed they are. When you’re younger, people tell you all the time that you’re special. And you believe them. You have dreams of being a fireman, an actor, a podiatrist. You believe that you will be important and loved.

It's when the dream of what we could have been collides with the truth of what we are now that the clang of cognitive dissonance both deafens and blinds us. Which means...yes, you’re disappointed. Because you’ve been lied to from the very beginning. Truth time. You were never going to be special. You’re average. Some of you...below average. I know that hurts. I know it’s hard but I want you to close your eyes and think about when you were small. Think back to the time when you believed in your potential. And what do you see? Do you see yourself in a white lab coat? Are you walking the red carpet at some Hollywood premiere? Perhaps you’re on the arm of an old-monied QC who thinks you’re perfect? Can you see your dream? Now I want you to take a heavy object and smash that dream to pieces. The dream is false. The dream is the enemy. The dream is what makes a D-grade soap star think a sexed-up music video, a stint on Neighbours, and a one-way ticket to London is their ticket to fame when anyone with a full kit of cutlery knows it's a sure-fire guarantee to obscurity and prescription-drug addiction. Please Stephanie McIntosh - let Hazel help. And for all of you wondering, 'Who the hell is Stephanie McIntosh?' - my point exactly.