This has come up over the years. Just in normal conversation, not as a diagnosis, but even if it had I really don’t give a….
Everyone walking this earth is their own unique brand of lunacy. We could stick a label on everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE. I don’t see the benefit of that. We could walk around like Marines with stripes on our shoulders designating our kinks, our mental “dificiencies”, our emotional “disorders”, our physical “handicaps”.
Frankly, if you can get up to being a 50 year old at this get together and don’t have labels, unhealthy coping mechanisms, or askew way of looking at the world, you can count yourself extremely lucky and in the very, very, very minority.
I’m happy to be authentically myself… and this self has deep emotions and is complex and doesn’t fit in a little box. I’m not trying to. I don’t give a fuck.
“The joke is on them!” – Brandi Carlile