I Pet My Peeves Until They Become Triggers

I really hate all those pre-written, self-righteous Facebook posts. I told Erin I was going to write a post flaming all those stupid sayings.

Mood music:

“Tell me what that has to do with OCD?” she asked, giving me that stare she gives me when she’s certain that I’m full of shit.

“It’s a trigger,” I said, not really meaning it.

“It’s not a trigger. It’s a peeve. You going to go pet it now?” she asks, still giving me that stare.

She’s on to something, though.

Before I go further, let me share some of the Facebook blurbs that set me off this morning. Hold your nose and read on:

“I was RAISED, I didn’t just grow up. I was taught to speak when I enter a room, say Please & Thank you, to have Respect for my elders, lend a helping hand to those in need, hold the door for the person behind me, say Excuse me when it’s needed, & to Love people for who they are, not for what you can get from them! I was also taught to treat people the way I want to be treated! If you were raised this way too, please re-post this…sadly, many won’t, because they weren’t, and it shows~Thank you”

Then there’s this little chestnut:

I may not be the most beautiful girl or the sexiest girl nor do I have a perfect body. I might not be everyone’s first choice, but I’m a great choice. I do not pretend to be someone I’m not, because I’m good at being me. I might not be proud of some of the things in my past, but I’m proud of who I am today. So take me as I am, or watch me as I walk away! ♥ 

OK. I’m walking away now.

When people post this stuff, it’s like they’re telling the rest of us that we don’t respect our elders and don’t love the right people.

OK. I pet the peeve. On to Erin’s point.

I do sometimes obsess about peeves until they become OCD triggers. I think a lot of people do, but since this blog is about my own blemishes, it seemed like a good idea to put this one in the archives of insanity.

Have a nice day.

OCD Diaries


4 thoughts on “I Pet My Peeves Until They Become Triggers

  1. I love it. I was searching around to see what other responses were to that particular pious dreck and I read yours first. Yay!

  2. Wheww.. sweating for moment..glad nothing of mine is on here. 😉 But I gotta say. I LOVE Marilyn Manson because it seems only filth and our own bile is what calms me down. Some think of palm trees swaying softly. That’s good. I prefer the f*$@ed up bloke with a needle up his arm who finds his way in life MUCH later than said palm tree swayer. Otherwise, it’s just some weird, robotic Stepfordian brain suckage. And THAT triggers me more than anything.

  3. Pingback: You Can’t Be Everyone’s Friend | THE OCD DIARIES

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