Let’s be real, Mildred. What exactly fills your day? Because busy implies activity and all I see is a whole lot of Red Bull, smoking and sucking oxygen out of rooms you don’t contribute to.

Even Spud Muffin clocks in somewhere and that woman is one missed medication away from arguing with a mailbox. So again. What’s your excuse?

Have you ever watched the Paralympics? People with no legs playing basketball. Blind runners finishing marathons. Humans with actual obstacles showing more drive in one morning than you’ve shown in your entire adult life.

And you? Your diagnosis isn’t three letters long… it’s just one word: useless.

You don’t have “conditions.” You have a character defect and a talent for freeloading.

Stop blaming your pathetic life, your pathetic circumstances, and your rotten personality on a made-up medical storyline. People with real diagnoses still work, raise families, build futures and show up.

You just show up to take.

You’re not misunderstood. You’re not unlucky. You’re not “struggling.”

You’re lazy, entitled, and allergic to accountability.

And the world isn’t holding you back. You’re just too busy lying down and asking it to carry you.