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Why I am Breaking Up With Self-Help
I’m tired of getting catfished by books with sexy titles that don’t put out
I’m just going to come straight out and say it.
If I read another self-help book I am going to punch someone in the face.
And I’m worried it could be an elderly woman or even a baby. I’m not a monster but nobody is safe if I have to stomach another 10 Quick and Easy Steps to 10x Your Life in the Next 10 Minutes!
It would be a different story if these types of books delivered real value, but instead, I always end up feeling like I got catfished. The 9/10 that was seducing me from the bookshelf at Barnes and Noble ended up being a graveyard of empty promises and useless stories. Behind the shiny hardcover and the sexy illustrations lay vague instruction riddled with buzzwords.
What’s worse, the one helpful point of the entire book could have been summarized in less than two pages instead of being inflated to 275. Every time I purchase one of these books with a clickbaity title I know it’s going to let me down. But I keep coming back for more, telling myself that this time it will be different.
I like to think that I am moderately intelligent. I graciously decline the internet pop-up ads that tell me I just won a cruise in the Caribbean. Heck, I even delete the texts from Russian bots…
