Privacy, a rant
Thursday, October 18, 2012
I'm not up to date on who's who in... well, anything except classical music I guess. Still, people mention names as though they expect me to see faces with them (I'm really bad at recognizing and remembering people I personally see, I'm worse at remembering photos and associating ANYTHING with them). My closest friends have learned to refer to actors by the role I first saw them in, because that's pretty much the only thing that will stick with me. They laugh, but they've come to accept that I'll never associate anything apart from a job with someone whose job is me watching them do it.
I can't bring myself to google these people. It's an invasion of their privacy for me. I don't want to know about their lives, I don't care to speculate what or whom they might or might not have done. If I knew them, personally, it would be utterly different, but I DON'T! So WHY should I care that such-and-such was seen with this-and-that-person? WHO are these people and WHY should I want to pry into their personal affairs? What gives ANYONE the right to do so?
And why are they offended if I say so? These are PEOPLE, not objects for anyone to stare at all the time. Let them live!
Inspiration, for me, isn't about stalking the lives of others. It's about meeting people and learning their stories, becoming a part of their lives just as I, myself, become a part of theirs. When there's a personal component to inspiration, when there's a STORY behind it, when I've talked to that person (whether face-to-face or on the internet), then there's a spark ignited within me.
So, please, people at work, don't show me "How supposed Star X lost 50lbs!" magazines at work. Chances are, I won't even know who that person is supposed to be (except I now know the name they are known by), let alone be inspired by them or aspire to be them. I'm quite handy with image manips myself, you know? Reality, the simple treasures of a friend's or an acquaintances story, the beauty of my surroundings, the fire within and the visible representation of my goals without will always, always serve so much better as something worth striving for.
(I once told off a famous football player when I was out buying shoes when I was still a student in NYC. He was miffed that the sales associate was paying attention to another customer and me and not swarming to him like the other two associates in the not-that-big store. I was SO scared of that giant man, but really, really angry that he was offensive to both the sales people and other customers so... yeah, this is why I'd never survive as a criminal attorney. I've been told I have NO self-preservation instincts when I perceive a slight or an injustice.)