Six duvet days in a row, and other radical self-care steps that take the piss

CARING for your well-being is important and even more than that, employers cannot stop you. Make a mockery of mental health with these: 

‘Manifesting multiple duvet days’

A day off work to lie in bed is fine occasionally, even back in the days when you used to have to lie about it. You’re not so vital to your employer that they will notice. Six days in a row without even the figleaf of a doctor’s note? Coming back in saying Better Call Saul is ‘well worth a binge’? Come on.

‘Self-diagnosing an emotional well-being affair’

Long-term relationship going through a tough patch? Not what you feel a bad bitch like you deserves? Then sex with a stranger is necessary for your self-esteem and morally a must. It is for others with less evolved senses of self to grit their teeth and begrudgingly accept yet another compromise.

‘Practising drinking boxed wine’

Any bollocks activity can be made respectable by prefacing it with ‘practicing’. Even something as ridiculous as mindful colouring books sound legitimate with the P-word. But emptying a box of room temperature Country Manor white from Tesco pushes the theory to breaking point.

‘Connecting with a fortnight in St Lucia’

Or, as it is more commonly called, ‘going on holiday’. The mental health benefits of spending a fortnight in the Caribbean are so well-known that it’s difficult to dress them up as therapy. Your holiday is not more special than anyone else’s even if you journal about it.

‘Reflecting on retail therapy’

Running up credit card debts on a new outfit from Joseph is a fast and dirty way to lift your mood with long-term consequences. Pausing to contemplate on how grateful you are for taking the first steps towards extending your overdraft may lead to the terrifying contemplation of the abyss of debt repayment. You don’t want that. It doesn’t make you feel centred.

‘Putting yourself first’ 

A wonderful euphemism for ‘cancelling plans’. Don’t want to drag yourself across three underground zones for a friend’s birthday? No longer keen on that family visit? Put yourself first and hope nobody relates this to a previously known behaviour termed ‘being a selfish bastard’. That wouldn’t be accepting of your authentic self on its own terms.

Did you invest in crypto because an influencer told you to, you total bellend?

DID you put thousands of pounds into cryptocurrencies you had never previously heard of because a man on YouTube told you to, you absolute knobhead? 

Then – and given your history of decision-making, this may come as a surprise – you have lost all that money and not a person or institution in existence cares to help you get it back.

Perhaps you put your savings into Logan Paul’s memecoins in 2021, in which case you can hardly be surprised to learn you deserve the consequences.

Or maybe you, treating her like a trusted financial advisor, took out a loan to invest in Ethereum Max when it was promoted by Kim Kardashian. The value of those coins is currently $0.0000000003196. The loan you took out remains real.

It could be that, while surfing the internet’s less reputable side, received a pop-up with respected financial journalist Martyn Lewis offering you a crypto deal that was too good to be true and leapt at it. It was not Martyn Lewis. It is never Martyn Lewis.

No matter who you believed or how many followers they have, you made a terrible and obvious mistake. The price you paid was no doubt high. Nonetheless there seems little prospect you will learn.

Go back to your world of trustworthy Instagram stars and friendly YouTubers, all of whom you firmly believe have your best interests at heart. Revel in your blissful naivety. And when offered an investment by a bikini model, pile in! Why not? You’re already stupid!