The other day, upon telling my mate that I had BPD:
“That’s interesting! So you wake up and think you’re Elvis Presley one day and then the next day you’re back to you? That’s interesting”.
I then go on to explain in layman’s terms what it actually is. The mate adds:
“Oh I have moods. Maybe I have it too.”
There are no words.
I do kind of wish that I got up, grabbed an invisible mic and started to sing Viva Las Vegas.