For heaven’s sake, stop being offended by absolutely everything and get on with living. Be yourself. Say what you think. Laugh at things that are funny, including yourself. Especially yourself, frankly. God knows there’s usually ample material. In a hundred years, you’ll be dead. So will I. Nobody will remember what offended us, what opinion we held, or that someone on the internet called us a name. Your house will belong to somebody else, your possessions will be in a skip, an antique shop or gathering dust in a cupboard belonging to a stranger. And the world will carry on, entirely indifferent to our former existence. We have a remarkably short time on this earth, yet we’ve somehow managed to turn it into an exhausting exercise in making sure nobody disapproves of us. We’re terrified of saying the wrong thing, laughing at the wrong joke or holding the wrong opinion, lest some complete stranger with the emotional resilience of a damp digestive biscuit should take offence. We’ve apparently mistaken being perpetually offended for having a personality. Good Lord. Honestly, think about it. You are going to die. I am going to die. We’re all just temporarily upright collections of bones and bad decisions, pretending we have an eternity to get everything right. So why on earth are you wasting your precious time pretending to be someone you’re not to appease people who probably couldn’t pick you out of a police line-up, let alone remember your name in fifty years? Think for yourself. Have convictions. Change your mind when you’re wrong. Laugh at your own ridiculousness. Say what you believe, and accept that some people will misunderstand you, disapprove of you or decide you’re an absolute bellend. You might be. I certainly have my moments. But at least have the courage to be an authentic bellend rather than spending your entire life as a carefully curated, socially approved version of somebody you don’t even recognise. Because the real tragedy isn’t that you might offend someone. It’s that you reach the end of your life and realise you spent it worrying about what everybody else thought, whilst never quite finding the courage to be yourself. And for what? A few approving nods from people who are going to die too? Pfft! Live. Laugh. Be honest. Be a little ridiculous. Stop taking yourself quite so seriously. You’re not here forever, darling. And frankly, even if you were, that would be pushing it. 🎩💜