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Crazy Me

My family thinks I am completely insane. It's like every day that they find more evidence that I should be locked up in some mental institution, being fed anti-depressants all day. Just a few minutes ago, my mother came up to me and tells me that I must be agoraphobic. Why? Because I won't go up to the DVD store and rent movies since we have some deal where we have unlimited rentals. The conversation went a bit like this:

Mom: Why don't you go up and rent some movies and return the two that we have now? You're so agoraphobic that you can't do that?

Me: I don't have agoraphobia. I just don't feel like walking up to the DVD place.

Mom: You can't even go outside, can you?

Me: I went outside to get the mail today, didn't I?

Mom: Well, you did, but then you scurried back inside quickly.

Me: No, I didn't!

And if I did scurry back inside, it was because I went outside not wearing a belt and my pants were falling down. Are all parents this anxious about their child's mental health? I mean, who on earth sends their child to a psycho therapist and spends the entire session complaining that their child doesn't like their clothes machine dried? -That actually happened.

It's so aggravating to listen to my parents completely exaggerate what I do. "You must take two or three showers a day! Look at how many towels you're using!" - "Stop washing your hands all the time! All I hear is that water running!" Okay, I know that I can be a bit obsessive about my cleanliness, but I don't think I do it nearly as much as my parents think. I wish they'd just stop worrying so much.

July 2, 2004 at 04:11 PM

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