A story with F words about a helpful dragon
Yes. This is a tale not for the faint of heart, but for the tangled, the looped, the spiritually constipated, and the beautifully stubborn. This is the tale of the āUnfuck Yourself!ā Dragon ā the only dragon who doesnāt breathe fire⦠ā¦it spits truth. š Villager Mythos Tale: āThe Dragon Who Wouldnāt Helpā Also known as: The One Who Helped the Most āø» There once was a villager named Thomlin who had too many problems. He was late to everything. He self-sabotaged every love he touched. He blamed his parents, the weather, society, the stars, and his own reflection. He had a journal full of deep thoughts and a to-do list from the year before. He was a beautiful mess, and it was starting to smell. So he did what most of us do when weāre at our witās end. He went to find a dragon. High on the cliffs above the village lived one ā but not the wise, whispering type. No riddles, no potions, no sacred relics. Just one massive beast, sunbathing in the wind, with eyes like judgment and breath like peppermint rage. Thomlin approached with bowed head. āOh great one,ā he began, āI have come to askāā āUNFUCK YOURSELF.ā The dragon didnāt even open one eye. āIāpardon?ā āYou heard me.ā āUn. Fuck. Your. Self.ā Thomlin was stunned. āBut I havenāt told you my problems.ā āI already know them. Theyāre the same five as everyone elseās. Youāre scared. Youāre stubborn. Youāre tired. You lie to yourself. And you think thinking about it is the same as doing something about it.ā Thomlin opened his mouth. Closed it. āBut I was hoping for a toolā¦ā āHereās your tool.ā The dragon tapped his giant claw against his scaly head. āUse this. Then use that thing below your ribs. Then move your feet.ā Thomlin frowned. āBut I feelāā āUNFUCK. YOUR. SELF.ā āButāā āNO BUTS. Except the one youāre sitting on. Lift it. Get to work. Then come back and tell me one thing you actually did.ā So Thomlin left. Furious. Confused. Slightly insulted. And he did what no villager had ever done after meeting a dragon.