Community Input Welcome
Growing up in the 1970s in the comforting, privileged embrace of middle class anonymity, you sort of got the idea that we lived in a sharing world.
Be nice. Be kind. Everyone is your friend.
I almost feel guilty for being nostalgic for this time that history and society has taught me wasn’t the same for everyone. But, I digress.
Today’s sharing is of quite a different nature. It’s as if we feel obligated to open our lives up to one and all, especially our ‘friends’ – from mundane to melancholy, minutiae to mass hysteria, and everything in between.
In some ways, it could be a good thing, because we’re never alone.
In many ways, it’s cripplingly bad, because we’re never alone.
Is it a democratic or socialist tendency to share our lives so openly and expect, ask, and beg others to participate? Do these pants make me look smart? Does my gerbil look depressed? Is this the right shade of apple I’m supposed to eat to clear my chakras?
[Knowing full well that this is a public blog in which I “outrospect” rather than introspect, I will reveal the following about myself anyway] Am I wrong for wanting you to stay the hell out of my life? Am I a bad modern person for wanting privacy? Is it okay for me to say, I don’t care?
I’ve inferred from various social cues that the answer to these questions, especially the last one, is “No”. Because not only have we [d]evolved into people who let others into our lives like it’s Ed McMahon with a giant check, we feel entitled to insert ourselves into others’ lives. It’s the law.
Me? I want to be like the North Carolina State Fair:
Sure, let me know what you think. I welcome your input.
I mean it.