Every once in awhile something happens that has me thinking, wow, I had no clue.
This morning I had me one of those I had no clue moments.
My #1 guilty pleasure TV show is The Real Housewives of New York City. I find this show to be highly amusing. Except for the past 2 weeks when I, along with a lot of other viewers, found it highly disturbing.
What happened was there was a moment when it became obvious, to the other housewives, that one of them had a serious mental disorder. When that moment of realization hit them, they suddenly quit arguing with the disturbed one and instead turned, sort of, sympathetic.
I had that sort of a moment of realization this morning via an email that made clear that the sender was not just, well, mean-spirited, but instead something far more disturbing.
My usual reaction would be to blog the email and make fun of its ridiculousness. But, instead my reaction was that this is just really sad. And then I found myself feeling sorry for the sad soul. I knew there was nothing I could do, or would want to do, to help, but I also knew I didn't need to make it worse by feeding the neurosis.
So, that's been my Friday, so far this morning, sitting here feeling thankful that I know a lot of sane people in Texas.
I think I'm really going to enjoy my sanatorium time on the Tandy Hills today. Before I have to be in Arlington.