Hey, Amber dear, I know you're reading this, sweetheart.
I was first-hand, up close, caught in between two tornadoes on Monday.
First-hand, up close, although I will admit I didn't see them, as it was raining too hard where I was at.....right smack in between them.
Of course I got shook up, but I got over it. I mean, it's not as if I was in combat where other people specifically were trying to kill me; it was just Mother Nature doing her job, and by random chance I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't anything personal, so I got over it. No allegations of "PSTD" here.
If it hadn't been raining so hard, this is what I myself would've seen:
And if I'd been up in the air, it would've looked like this:
It was a pretty big thing, Amber dear; the other one, the one that destroyed a whole entire city near here, was much smaller.
I tell you what, sweetheart; if I had to make a choice between encountering a phenomenon of nature that
could destroy me--but it's not personal; nature doesn't have anything against franksolich--and encountering other people who specifically wish me dead--that's
real personal, Amber dear--I'll take the first option any time.
So don't be trivializing PSTD by alleging you have it because of a long-ago tornado; you don't know shit, Amber dear, about the terror and fear those authentically afflicted with PSTD felt. (And of course, neither do I.)
Grow up, sweetheart.