Today I’m taking a moment from blog guest posts, adorable updates, and attacks of Murphy While on Vacation to bring you a rant.
I don’t watch the news.
I occasionally check out the weather. Online.
Even I knew some idiot claimed “The Rapture” would happen on Saturday, thanks to snarky tweets and facebook postings.
I’m too busy soaking it up with my family on our visit and dealing with the little bumps tossed my way to worry about it or even joke about it.
But still, it bothered me.
Not because of any fear I had (i.e. none).
No, my irritation stemmed because I know someone very, very bothered by it.
Not because she believed it. She’s smart, brilliant even. She knew the idea was ridiculous.
Her Obsessive Compulsive Disorder however – which is most often triggered by scrupulosity or other “world ending” possibilities – sunk its teeth into these rantings and jokes like I did with Mimi’s Famous Sticky Rolls.
ODC wouldn’t let it go, or wave it off as “ridiculous”.
I know she’s spent the last week bothered by this. Normally, I would’ve distracted her, inviting her over, making her laugh it off.
But I’m in Iowa. When I bought the tickets, May 21st was still just the 21st.
And now, it’s the 22nd. We’re still here.
So is she, and I know her OCD is just waiting for another chance to drive her normally reasonable self into a non-functioning loop of doubt.
So please…. READ THIS. Get a view of what it’s like from her side.
OCD is not a joke. It’s not funny.
Maybe next time you’ll think about how even laughing about some crackpot predicting the end of the world only adds to the hell of those who cannot control these thoughts.
Pass it on.
End of soapbox.
I’ll be cute and funny tomorrow.