Me and my banjo
June 19, 2016
San Diego, CA
I got this email today, asking me to join a new Meet-Up group that’s forming in my area. It started with:
“I would like to start a Meet-Up group for mentally ill individuals who enjoy music and play an instrument.”
Well, I am a musician, and the thoughts that immediately ran through my brain, in this order, were:
#1. This is a joke, perpetrated by one of my funny musician friends. This is funny!
#2. This is not a joke, but rather, it’s someone asking me to help run a group that will help mentally ill individuals. I would love to help out this great cause!
#3. OMG…someone sent this to me because they think I’m mentally ill! WTF?
Now, I’m not making fun of mental illness here, so please, no lectures or hate mail. I’m just sayin’, why would I be on the receiving end of that email?
Why does someone think I’m mentally ill? Is it because I started playing the banjo?
As far as I know, I do not, nor have I ever, suffered from mental illness. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! And not saying that I won’t, someday, acquire a mental illness. Shit happens.
In the meantime, I deleted the email. If they resend the invite, maybe I’ll go check it out.
File this one under, “Things that make you go, hmmmm.”
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