You've all seen My Strange Addiction, right? Or am I the only one that feels the need to watch these people so that I feel better about myself?
I'm the first to admit and to admit loudly that I'm a little wacky sometimes. Remember this? That was my most recent panic episode.
I'm the one that read The Bell Jar and totally thought I was soul sisters with the main character. Her slip into total insanity was so seamless that I missed it. I was right there with her.
So along comes My Strange Addiction. We have people who love eating Comet, people who are obsessed with and consider themselves married to their blow up dolls, a lady who can't get enough baby powder shoved up her nostrils and even a woman who can't stand the thought of parting with her fifty some hairless rats.
Watching these people devour chair cushions and growing their nails to 19 feet long make me feel better about my own brand of insanity.
But there are a couple of people who I've watched that reach a whole new level of crazy that I can't seem to wrap my brain around.
First off, let me start by saying that I feel sorry for these people. They need help. They are ill. Mentally ill.
That said, lets move on to the first guy. Or girl. I don't know which to start with. Okay, I'll go with the girl.
See, she's eating her husband. Yes. Eating. Her husband. He passed away in a totally unexpected way and she must have had a break with reality.
When she brought home the urn that he is in (he was cremated) he weighed 5 lbs and some odd ounces. But now he's down to 3 lbs and some odd ounces.
It started when she got some of the "matter" on her hand. She felt weird just washing it off and sending her husband down the drain, so she licked her finger.
And then it dawned on her that if she was ingesting him that he was more close to her. A part of her, if you will.
She couldn't imagine putting him in the ocean or scattering him over a mountain side or something. That was too impersonal. She wants him with her. Like, really with her.
What she isn't seeing is that by eating her husband (really, that's not supposed to sound funny.) she is digesting him, sending him into her bowel and pooping him out where he swims down the pipes with the other Baby Ruth's to the sewer!
Call me crazy, but I think I'd rather get scattered over a mountain.
Next up is the man that is in love with his car. Emotionally, mentally, physically...in love. With his car.
He's named the car. I can't remember the name now...but his car is a boy. Although he's not homosexual. That's an important distinction.
I think all distinctions go out the window when we talk about being in love with an inanimate object, but that's just me.
So. His friend (yeah, he actually has one.) and his dad convince him to seek help. But not because it's weird to be in love with your car, because he needs to learn to deal with how other people perceive him and treat him when they find out he's in love with his car.
I know, it sounds silly, but imagine this man lying on the ground under his car with his head poking out the front. Now imagine he's french kissing his bumper. I'm not kidding. He was doing that.
I almost hope this was a joke because I just can't understand it. At all. Like, even a little teeny bit.
So the guy goes to a shrink. And the shrink asks to be introduced to "him." The car. Because the shrink is telling this guy that basically there is nothing wrong with him.
He's telling him that they are working towards a third sexual orientation. Hetero, homo, and objectumsexual.
So, there's nothing wrong with this man. Nothing at all.
Really? REALLY?! In what world do we live in that we can actually look at someone like this and say that they are completely healthy?! Or even partially healthy?
I know we live in a if it feels good, do it sort of world. I know that we are seriously indulgent towards all kinds of things that I, personally, think are ridiculous. But this has to be the worst.
I'm pretty sure that we are doing this man serious harm by not counseling, medicating or whatever it is they need to do to help him.
I just don't get it. I'm not sure what upsets me more:
The fact that a man is, indeed, in love with his car. And "having sex" with the car, in his words.
Or the fact that the world today doesn't find this weird. We want to name it, main stream it and indulge it.
Seriously.
What do you think?
I'm the first to admit and to admit loudly that I'm a little wacky sometimes. Remember this? That was my most recent panic episode.
I'm the one that read The Bell Jar and totally thought I was soul sisters with the main character. Her slip into total insanity was so seamless that I missed it. I was right there with her.
So along comes My Strange Addiction. We have people who love eating Comet, people who are obsessed with and consider themselves married to their blow up dolls, a lady who can't get enough baby powder shoved up her nostrils and even a woman who can't stand the thought of parting with her fifty some hairless rats.
Watching these people devour chair cushions and growing their nails to 19 feet long make me feel better about my own brand of insanity.
But there are a couple of people who I've watched that reach a whole new level of crazy that I can't seem to wrap my brain around.
First off, let me start by saying that I feel sorry for these people. They need help. They are ill. Mentally ill.
That said, lets move on to the first guy. Or girl. I don't know which to start with. Okay, I'll go with the girl.
See, she's eating her husband. Yes. Eating. Her husband. He passed away in a totally unexpected way and she must have had a break with reality.
When she brought home the urn that he is in (he was cremated) he weighed 5 lbs and some odd ounces. But now he's down to 3 lbs and some odd ounces.
It started when she got some of the "matter" on her hand. She felt weird just washing it off and sending her husband down the drain, so she licked her finger.
And then it dawned on her that if she was ingesting him that he was more close to her. A part of her, if you will.
She couldn't imagine putting him in the ocean or scattering him over a mountain side or something. That was too impersonal. She wants him with her. Like, really with her.
What she isn't seeing is that by eating her husband (really, that's not supposed to sound funny.) she is digesting him, sending him into her bowel and pooping him out where he swims down the pipes with the other Baby Ruth's to the sewer!
Call me crazy, but I think I'd rather get scattered over a mountain.
Next up is the man that is in love with his car. Emotionally, mentally, physically...in love. With his car.
He's named the car. I can't remember the name now...but his car is a boy. Although he's not homosexual. That's an important distinction.
I think all distinctions go out the window when we talk about being in love with an inanimate object, but that's just me.
So. His friend (yeah, he actually has one.) and his dad convince him to seek help. But not because it's weird to be in love with your car, because he needs to learn to deal with how other people perceive him and treat him when they find out he's in love with his car.
I know, it sounds silly, but imagine this man lying on the ground under his car with his head poking out the front. Now imagine he's french kissing his bumper. I'm not kidding. He was doing that.
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So the guy goes to a shrink. And the shrink asks to be introduced to "him." The car. Because the shrink is telling this guy that basically there is nothing wrong with him.
He's telling him that they are working towards a third sexual orientation. Hetero, homo, and objectumsexual.
So, there's nothing wrong with this man. Nothing at all.
Really? REALLY?! In what world do we live in that we can actually look at someone like this and say that they are completely healthy?! Or even partially healthy?
I know we live in a if it feels good, do it sort of world. I know that we are seriously indulgent towards all kinds of things that I, personally, think are ridiculous. But this has to be the worst.
I'm pretty sure that we are doing this man serious harm by not counseling, medicating or whatever it is they need to do to help him.
I just don't get it. I'm not sure what upsets me more:
The fact that a man is, indeed, in love with his car. And "having sex" with the car, in his words.
Or the fact that the world today doesn't find this weird. We want to name it, main stream it and indulge it.
Seriously.
What do you think?
23 comments:
I'll take your kind of weird ANY day... I most likely have it too..
I have only seen the ads for this show and can't bring myself to watch it, and I can watch anything.
I agree these people are emotionally ill. do the people who produce this show encourage help? The ones injesting things, like comet must know it may KILL them...
Anyone interested at dinner at my house. I'm having lasagne...with a side of chopped sponge.
wow that is like beyond weird and people think i'm nuts for talking to myself jeez these people need some serious help
giiiiiiiiiirl...these people DO need help. i am with you on this 100% we are quickly turning into a society that over indulges on everything and we are teaching our kids to just accept everyone for who they are even if it is not healthy.
and by "we" i mean THEY...obviously.
i try really hard not to be all judgmental but in situations like these it is just too damn hard.
It's a sick world out there for sure. Have never watched this show until this post. That totally gross me out. The eating your husband's ashes! Wow lady. Go and eat powder milk or something. LOL.
HOLY CRAP! They do need help! I could not imagine eating my dead husband, that is just wrong.
I hate to imagine what the guy is doing with the part of the car where you put gas in.
Wait. You DON'T eat couch cushions? Weird.
Well, first of all I read your other post. Do not feel crazy. I work myself up over the littlest things. But, when you have 4 million little worries going on in your head, worry number 4 million and one just about sends you over the edge. An example: I've been dreading our upcoming dental appointments for months. Yep, months. Because, I just know that one {some} of us are going to have cavities, resulting in yet MORE appointments to schedule. More money going out. Envisioning MORE meltdowns as I'm trying to hold Taylor, keep Kameryn from running through the whole office, hold Kenners {or Sierra's?} hand while she has her cavity filled, etc. etc. etc. Yep. Freaking out about it. Anyway . . . .
I've seen bits and pieces of that show, and . . . FREAKY. You're so right. These people need help. Real help. And it's not helping to tell them that they are normal. Because they are not. I was just having this conversation with my dad the other day. About what is accepted now, and what will likely be accepted in the future. It is scary.
Oh man. I don't even know where to begin. I'm like you though - it's sad. Very sad that these people either can't get help, or have the help tell them they are actually okay.
I've never seen the show, but I did see a commercial where a girl physically could not go to sleep at night unless she was cuddling with her hair dryer. Strange, but not nearly as strange as eating your husband. I think I may need to vomit...
I'm thinking that the second one, the guy, is an extension of the everyone wins, everyone is special and not weird thing that we have going on these days.
Help is seriously needed for all the people on that show.
Although is does make you feel sublimely normal, doesn't it?
That isn't even a hot car.
Now if it were a hot car...
Okay, nevermind. Sick, sick, sick.
And the lady eating her husband - disGUSTING!
I chickened out on the other thing I was gonna say. Sorry.
I am totally into watching this show, it totally amuses me. I can't believe there are people out there that actually live that way. Major mental help is needed!
I guess this is a good time to tell you that I'm in love with my coffee maker.
My husband can't stand when I watch that show. But, I have to agree, it makes me feel better about myself.
Oh wow... I'm not sure which is weirder. They both need help. GOOD help. I tell you the world's in a hand basket...
I couldn't watch the lady "eat" her husband. But that man in love with his car...that is horrible. The therapist should have his license taken away.
Yes! I was going to ask if you'd seen the car dude as soon as I started this post. The car dude's dad? Unintentionally hilarious.
I've heard of this car thing and it seriously creeps me out. Why would any qualified, credentialed, licensed therapist let someone think it is acceptable and normal to believe they have romantic feelings for something that is incapable of returning them?
I'm going to ask my therapist about this, because now I'm curious...
If I had an amazing car then.... i kid i kid.
These people are straight nut jobs! Nothing NOTHING about any of these things is ok, they are all freakin weird. I love me some oddities but come on, these are scary & some even life threatening. How is that ok?
I don't understand these shows. The other day my husband was watching Hoarders on Netflix (he who always says he never watches reality tv). I was totally grossed out because they were finding dead cats or something all around this house. I asked why he was watching it. He said it was intriguing. I thought it was sad and disturbing.
Exploiting these people by putting them on TV is not helping them. I find it a terrible reflection of our society and what we think of as "entertaining".
That being said, what the fuck is up with eating your dead husband? That is whack.
Yea, I cannot watch that show as it just creeps me out too much. But to quote what you said
"I know we live in a if it feels good, do it sort of world. I know that we are seriously indulgent towards all kinds of things that I, personally, think are ridiculous. But this has to be the worst."
And yes, this world is going to crap. But if you try and say something about it- and say no this is not normal (though 99.9% of people probably think the car love is weird) then you get accused of being prejudice or mean or anti something. But it is perfectly okay for the extreme to criticize everyone else's beliefs and the main stream can't say crap about it.
Okay I am shutting up now.
Baby Ruths to the sewer...hahahahahah! You are the best.
total freaks. i'm just throwing that out there.
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