The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F_ck

very spiritual person. She became interested in, and started
believing in, energy healing and angels and universal
consciousness and tarot cards. She also believed that she
had become a healer and an empath and that she could see
the future. And for whatever reason, upon meeting me, she
decided that she and I were destined to save the world
together. To “cure death,” as she put it.
After I’d blocked her, she began to create new email
addresses, sometimes sending me as many as a dozen
angry emails in a single day. She created fake Facebook and
Twitter accounts that she used to harass me as well as
people close to me. She created a website identical to mine
and wrote dozens of articles claiming that I was her exboyfriend
and that I had lied to her and cheated her, that I
had promised to marry her and that she and I belonged
together. When I contacted her to take the site down, she
said that she would take it down only if I flew to California to
be with her. This was her idea of a compromise.
And through all of this, her justification was the same: I
was destined to be with her, that God had preordained it,
that she literally woke up in the middle of the night to the
voices of angels commanding that “our special relationship”
was to be the harbinger of a new age of permanent peace
on earth. (Yes, she really told me this.)
By the time we were sitting in that sushi restaurant
together, there had been thousands of emails. Whether I
responded or didn’t respond, replied respectfully or replied
angrily, nothing ever changed. Her mind never changed; her
beliefs never budged. This had gone on for over seven years
by then (and counting).
And so it was, in that small sushi restaurant, with Erin
guzzling sake and babbling for hours about how she’d cured
her cat’s kidney stones with energy tapping, that something
occurred to me:
Erin is a self-improvement junkie. She spends tens of
thousands of dollars on books and seminars and courses.