Today, in my anxiety support group, a new member shared that he went to a Meeetup group to help fight isolation. The only problem was, no one else showed up. Too bad–because it was a Meetup for people with social anxiety disorder.
When I heard this, I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Neither could our therapist. Neither could the rest of the group — including the young woman who, just minutes earlier, was in tears because one of her ex boyfriends threatened her. Thankfully, our intrepid Meetup goer found humor in this, too.
“I guess it is kind of funny,” he said.
Our therapist then told us about a Procrastinators Anonymous group that started up in New York. Apparently, lots of folks said they would come. But the group didn’t last long because–you guessed it–people kept putting it off.
File all this under: shit you cannot make up.
In the immortal words of Jim Morrison, People are Strange.