So, this week, let us continue a thought that has stayed on my mind for the past couple of weeks.
To be honest, I have no problem with exaggeration. I do it all the time, and I do it better than anyone else.
Yeah, I can probably exaggerate better than Vince Carter can dunk.
And just for context, check this out:
Yeah, it doesn’t get much better than that…
Regardless, there are some comparisons that do make me cringe, to say the least.
For instance, every time someone overrules my personal preference on account of their ‘OCD’, I feel an obsessive compulsion to whack them in the head.
“Yeah, I’ve seen you drive, You turn without blinkers and overtake without horns. I really doubt your claims of ‘OCD’, you annoying little prick.”
You see, having seen OCD up close throughout my childhood, I am often able to gauge, at least to some degree, when a person does have a disorder, and when is one just an annoying little prick.
And this precisely is the problem with exaggeration of a certain type. It tends to trivialise something that is far, far from trivial.
Just because you are obnoxious, don’t tell yourself and everyone that you have OCD.
Just because your friend isn’t eating well enough, don’t assume they are anorexic. I mean, they could be, and it is better to be wary, I suppose… Like, on which side would you like to err? A thin line with this one…
Just because your Prime Minister, or President, has some glaringly obvious flaws, don’t just go saying that humanity is on the brink of extinction. I mean, it could be, but you don’t necessarily know that.
In the words of the man I consider one of them greatest minds to have ever lived in the entire universe, DON’T PANIC.