Got Funny

The Christmas season is as close to the pain and torture of the Inquisition that you can get in this modern era. You may thing that I’m being overly dramatic, but when you are someone with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder who hosts Christmas for almost two dozen relatives, then things can get out of control. For a person with OCD, out of control is almost physically painful. I get headaches, stomach cramps, nausea, and worse from it. I was told in therapy that I should have something that I can control completely to ease the stress. That something for me this year will be funny Christmas t-shirts.

When I go to a department store to buy new t-shirts, I hear an audible sigh of released tension when I walk past racks of t-shirts that I decided not to buy. That’s because t-shirts can sense a new owner that isn’t going to take care of them or treat them with any kind of dignity or respect. That horrid new owner is someone like me.