Tonight, I’m feeling really jittery.

I’m so excited to join the team at MKE Moms Blog, but my facebook page was immediately flooded with friend requests from other contributors.

You see, I’m neurotic when it comes to social media.

Facebook is the only place where I post my children’s real names and photos of their faces.

Before this sudden explosion, I had 124 facebook friends.

36 of those people are related to me.

2 are my children’s godparents.

29 are friends that were close enough to merit an invitation to our wedding.

5 are the spouses of people who were at our wedding.

5 are our neighbors.

12 are moms from my church group.

1 is our parish priest.

Basically, what I’m saying is if you don’t receive a Christmas card from us, you and I are not Facebook friends.

In the past 24 hours, I’ve added ten people to my friends list.

TEN people.

Ten people I’ve never met before.

I’m obsessing. I don’t know these women and the unknown—even in very friendly human form—is scary. Instead of letting me enjoy the possibility of new friends, OCD keeps telling me that I have made myself and my children vulnerable to ten women who I have never met. Horror scenarios fill my brain. Panic ensues.

OCD is mean.

 

**side note: to members of the team, really, it’s not you. My rational brain knows you’re not a threat. My OCD brain can make ANYTHING scary. I look forward to meeting you soon!