This is my dance space, this is your dance space
I watched a rerun of the X-Files last night and one particular scene got me wondering. I came into the episode late so I am not sure what caused the animosity between the two characters but a woman was at a funeral for her brother and a man wandered in to pay his respects and the woman threw a fit. It makes me wonder why people can’t allow other people, who aren’t hurting anyone else, to just exist.
Why are we so worried about what other people do with their own lives? Why can’t we just exist inside our own lives and let others exist in their’s and be happy with that? I don’t mean we should not pay attention to the world around us. I am not suggesting we should confine ourselves to bubbles and stick our heads in the proverbial sand. I am saying that we need to not be so concerned with the personal lives of people who are not part of our personal lives. It is one thing to be concerned about a friend or relative but it is another to trouble ourselves with the behaviors of people who are no more than our acquaintances. Or, more importantly, people who aren’t even that much.
It’s not just about being angry that someone we (we being me or you or Joe Smith) don’t like has come to a funeral to pay respects to someone we (we being Joe Smith and the person he doesn’t like) both love. It’s about Pro-life fanatics and Truth.com. It’s about the National Enquirer and TMZ and all of the other tabloid magazines at the newsstand and on television inundating us with the intoxicated antics of Paris and Lindsey and Britney or with Love and Mischa’s cellulite. It’s about The Real World and Big Brother.
Interfering with lives that aren’t ours to interfere with is not a new concept; people have been doing it for centuries. But just because people have been doing it for centuries doesn’t mean we should still be doing it. We are enlightened, industrialized, rational, logical human beings. We are also the only members of the animal kingdom who indulge in the pain and suffering of our fellow creatures. Other animals inflict pain on each other in their fight for domination of the pride or pack or murder but they do it to survive. Humans are possibly the most animalistic of animals (by colloquial definition of the word “animal”) because we not only inflict pain on each other for our own enjoyment but we enjoy watching other people inflict pain upon each other (or in the case of Parindsney, upon themselves). We relish it, thrive on it, live for it.
This is a short rant today because, like I said, this has been going on for as long as man has been walking erect. Complaining about it isn’t going to make it change. The best I can do is try to lead by example and change the channel when the Truth.com commercials come on because they are no better in their approach than the tobacco corporations they are speaking out against. I will live my life in my way and not allow the way I choose to live to interfere with the way others around me have chosen to live. I will make a concentrated effort to not give a flying fig about which gutter Parindsney found herself floundering in this morning or about what the cast of the Real World: the Moon is going to do for their collective job or which one of them is sleeping with which other one this week. And hopefully, through my example (or these words) I will be able to inspire at least one other person to exist solely within his own life as well.
Until next time, I will be minding my own business -
Crimson