Hey there, Happy Fucker Tribe! It’s Mister Happy Fucker here, bringing you an FYI/PSA because WTF, why the fuck not. Let’s talk about skeletons—not the Halloween kind but the ones fucking rattling around in our minds, whispering, nagging, and making us feel like every misstep is a fucking catastrophe. You know the ones. The skeletons of mistakes we’ve made, of words we wish we hadn’t said, of actions we wish we could fucking undo.
We’ve all probably got them, tucked away in some fucked up closet in the back of our minds, where the gremlins of anxiety love to play. These gremlins are tricky little fuckers. They take those skeletons and bring them out when we least expect it, turning small missteps into huge misjudgments. And more often than not, those voices make us believe that what we did is far fucking worse than it actually is.
Here’s the truth that your gremlins won’t fucking tell you: Many of those so-called "missteps" are just normal parts of being fucking human. Sometimes, what we think are colossal fuck-ups are really just us being hard on ourselves. Maybe you're dealing with a rough patch in life, maybe you're ADHD as fuck, or maybe you’re dancing with the devil because you suffer from depression or anxiety—whatever it is, welcome to being human. Life doesn’t come with a clear GPS for navigating relationships, work, or the countless choices we make, and that's okay. The gremlins love to use these so-called "skeletons" against you, exaggerating them, making them seem like definitive proof of failure. But often, they’re just bumps in the road, not fucking dead-ends. And those bumps in the road? They’re more common than you think. Everyone experiences them.
We bury our heads in the sand, thinking that if we just don’t deal with them, they’ll fucking go away. But the reality is, those skeletons have a way of fucking haunting us if we don’t address them. The gremlins in our fucking heads love to latch onto those skeletons, giving voice to our worst fears, making every misstep seem like a colossal disaster. But here's where the real work comes in: It’s time to take those skeletons out, dust them the fuck off, and realize they don’t define us. We're all entitled to make mistakes. We’re entitled to have missteps. Sometimes, those so-called 'mistakes' are just us jumping to conclusions, egged on by those nagging voices. But what we’re not entitled to do is let those skeletons control our lives, dragging us down and keeping us from moving forward.
And here's the thing: You’re not the only one with skeletons. The person next to you? They’ve got a fucking closet full too. And when you uncover someone else’s skeletons—maybe a friend, a partner, or a colleague—you have a choice. Do you judge them for the mistakes they’ve made? Or do you show them fucking grace, just as you’d want for yourself?
Giving grace to someone doesn’t mean handing out a free pass or accepting repeated patterns of fucked up behavior. Some people are still in the business of making new skeletons. You know the type—those who lie, cheat, and never seem to learn from their mistakes because being an asshole or a "Karen" unfortunately works until it doesn't. These people might not be the best candidates for your precious fucks. That said, your fucks are precious, so spend them wisely. It’s perfectly okay not to give a fuck to those who seem stuck in an endless loop of their past fucking mistakes. But here’s the caveat: sometimes, people don’t even realize they’re piling up skeletons in their closet. Maybe they’re so caught up in their own fucked-up shit that they can’t see the bodies stacking up, or maybe they’re struggling with social cues and don’t realize the damage they’re causing. There’s a spectrum here—so take a breath, assess the situation, and decide if it’s worth giving them another chance. And if they’re showing signs of actually trying? Well, maybe that’s worth a fuck or two.
But those who’ve tried, who’ve learned, who’ve done or are doing the work to put their skeletons to rest? They might deserve a chance. They might deserve your support. And maybe they could use a little more encouragement, a reminder that it’s worth it.
If you’re a member of the Happy Fucker Tribe, show them you give a fuck with a gift subscription to the 'Fuck of the Month Club. It’s a simple way to give them the fucks they need when they’re running low. It will show them you’re in their corner, even if you can’t be there for every moment while they clean out their closets.
So, my fellow Happy Fuckers, the next time those gremlins start rattling their chains, remember: you’re allowed to make mistakes. You’re allowed to leave those skeletons behind once you’ve learned your fucking lesson. And if you find someone else’s skeletons? Ask yourself—have they grown? Have they learned? If so, give them a break, give yourself a break, and let’s all move the fuck forward.
