Some of the consortium’s members occasionally mention the odd self-help book as if that’s where gospel lies.
Naturally I have nothing but disdain for them [self-help books that is]; long been another source of irritation to me. Don’t get me wrong: Despite my better judgement I too occasionally flick through the odd one expecting some sort of map on the road of life. Forget it.
Who are these self appointed peddlers of the obvious? They need as much ’help’ as the rest of us. Possibly more.
The term itself is so ludicrous: SELF help. The only people helping themselves are the authors – to your money.
Mind you, one of the publishers has got it down to a ‘t’ with their series of ”The Idiot’s Guide to …” whatever currently plagues you. Charmingly, encouragingly, their covers tend to be bright yellow. Thus hope lies.
If and when the day comes that your sofa needs re-upholstering may I recommend:
To help you break through to a whole new life:
Buy ten door stopper sized self-help books
Do your back in heaving them home
Put them in a pile on the floor (the biggest at the bottom otherwise it won’t work)
Sit on them
Read Schopenhauer et al
Now you have helped yourself and all the other people in your life