I like this year's theme of "so OCD."
I'll be honest. I cringe whenever I hear someone say that. I know that no harm is meant by that statement. I also know that lots of people think that those of us who get upset about this type of stuff are too sensitive or uptight. But here's the thing. Living with severe OCD is absolute agony that I would never wish on anyone. I have literally been on the floor, on my hands and knees, screaming and sobbing because I was so utterly distraught. I have spent days upon days (before completing treatment) wishing that I never had to take another tortured breath on this earth. I have had lots of contact with others who have OCD through support groups and annual conferences, etc. I have seen the torment etched on their faces. I have seen eyes that reflect a deep all-consuming well of pain, and I have seen incredibly red hands (sometimes my own) that look so raw and painful that you wonder how they can continue to use their hands.
I once had a psychologist tell me that in their opinion, OCD was one of the most painful mental illnesses to be afflicted with. The thing is, when someone flippantly says, "I'm so OCD," it completely minimizes the suffering of everyone who has it.
Yes, I really am so OCD. Ask me and I'll be happy to tell you all about it.