There’s a line in Crossroads Road that infuriated some humorless stick-up-the-ass woman a couple of years ago, who promptly rewarded me with a one-star review at Amazon or Goodreads, I can’t remember which.
It was something along these lines: I’m not really the psychiatrist-visiting type, I’m from West Virginia. It’s a funny line, and I stand by it. But she said I was making light of psychoanalysis or something, and decided it was a perfect opportunity for her to be outraged and put that righteous quiver in her voice, etc. People LOVE to be offended and employ the quiver these days, it’s practically the national pastime.
A few years ago I was ranting about this same subject, and Surf Reporter Adam sent me this small pillow, with a George Will quote embroidered on it:
I don’t really know what it means to be offended. It’s a confusing emotion. Ya know? Sometimes I’m briefly angered by something someone says or writes, or more often… annoyed. But it’s always short-lived. I don’t think I possess the ability to be truly offended. Agitated or pissed is about as far as it goes for me.
Last week a reporter at the Detroit Free Press posted this at Twitter:
She was trying to be funny, and failed spectacularly. Incest? Seriously? What a creative angle! She really brought a fresh, new perspective to things, didn’t she? Louis CK had better watch his back, there’s a new sheriff in town.
Her idiotic tweet angered a lot of people, and she was driven underground for a while. She apologized, her employer apologized, and they endured days and days of Mountain State fury. It was fun to watch, but I grimaced a little when people said they were offended. When they do that, they’re making it about THEM. Like when folks say their dog is a “rescue.” Oh, it’s no longer about the dog, I see. Now it’s about YOU. It’s fairly narcissistic.
In any case, last week was not a good one for your corpulent correspondent, and I seriously considered looking into some sort of counseling. Even though I was accused of mocking such things, by people with reading comprehension problems. I can’t tell you the source of the black cloud that hangs over me, because Big Brother is watching. But, it has nothing to do with Toney or our family.
I feel better today than I have in weeks, so we’ll see if it can be maintained. If not, I might try to find my own Dr. Melfi, or whatever.
Another thing that helps: taking actual steps to improve the situation. It would be easy to just wallow in it, which is what many people do, but it’s not me. Again, I can’t tell you much, but tomorrow I will be talking with someone at noon, while wearing a tie. I’ve set certain things in motion, and it gives me hope.
And I need to go back to work now. If you have any thoughts on being an offended busybody, or any experience with counseling of any kind… please share them in the comments section below. I have nothing on either subject. Are you ever truly offended? And have you ever done time on the couch? Please tell us about it, if you feel comfortable doing so.
And tomorrow might be tough, but I’ll do what I can.
Have yourselves a great day!