On a
random dirt road, a young boy gets hit by a car. He was living in Africa, in some tiny village
you’ve never heard of. In fact, the only
way you know about it, is that it was inserted as fluff in some newspaper article
you read, in some newspaper you can’t name (even if it’s right on the tip of
your brain), which was about some social issue that you can’t recall, or
stopped caring about long ago. Polluted
water in the wells in Nigeria or something like that.
Let’s
say you live in normal-town, USA. You
are surrounded by normal folks with normal streets and a normal McDonalds on a
corner of an irregular five way stop. It’s
just some town that ends in “ville” or “burg” in one of the square flyover
states. You get a call from a neighbor telling
you that a kid was hit by a car four streets over. He was from a family that moved in weeks ago,
but you never met them. You’ve never
even seen this kid, but you feel very sad for the family. You even drive over, and put flowers on the
corner with all the other flowers that people left when they also felt
bad.
Why
does a person not care about one kid, but is so moved by the death of the other
that they make a physical act of remorse?
Why is the life of the stranger near you, more important than the life
of a stranger that is a world away? It
shouldn’t be, but it is. It’s just the
way it is.
You are
walking down the street near your favorite bar, and see a fist fight. One large guy is trouncing some smaller
guy. You don’t know them, and if others
jump in to stop it, you might help, but it doesn’t matter to you. Then you notice the smaller kid is a guy you
know. You are the first to jump in to
break up the beating. Why would you stand
by and watch, unless it’s personal? Why
would most people not move to intervene, unless that act was personal to
them? If it really was some random kid,
he has friends and family too. He feels
pain.
“Well,
it’s someone I know” is what most say, but why that matters isn’t
something they can articulate. Why is
one more important than the other? I don’t
know. It’s just the way it is.
I can
go on like this for pages. A pretty girl
vs. an ugly one. A person from your
hometown vs. a stranger from Nebraska…. Some
people matter more than others.
I try
not to make that distinction. I fail
often, but I try. However one group is
the exception. One group is more
important to me than others, and I don’t try to stop that discrimination.. inclination…
judgment, whatever you choose to call it.
Everyone
has a number of parts that make up their own opinion of their personal
worth. Take a person, have them examine
the traits they find most important and virtuous (A), cross those with their
own self image of how they measure up using those traits (B), +/- personal
issues with A or B, and you will get C: their opinion of their own self worth. This means that any random person has a list
of traits that they hold to be of the highest order, and when they meet someone
that holds these traits in spades, they will see that person as residing on a pedestal. The observed becomes a “better person” than
the observer. I’m not saying that’s right or healthy or wrong or harmful, I’m
just saying that that’s the way it is.
If a
person’s traits are frivolous, and are of little worth to myself or humanity,
then I don’t hold that person on a pedestal at all. I don’t give a shit about Michael
Jordan. Being great at a sport is of
little use to me. However there are qualities
that I hold as important. A sense of
right, a glow, a purity of character, generous sacrifice, appreciation of
learning and understanding, and even gentleness are some of those
characteristics. There are some
qualities that neither you nor I can articulate. “Something in the way she moves”, according to
George Harrison. It’s a room full of
puppies, but you are drawn to one, for no reason which you can explain.
I have
a large number of people that I know, and a much smaller cluster of those that
I am close to. In that cluster, they may
all be on some pedestal, but some pedestals are higher than others. One is a woman I dated for years. She is kind and perfect, and if someone hurt
her, I’d burn that person to the ground. I know
another that holds a place in my being, that can’t be replaced. I have a best friend in Colorado, and if he
ever needed me, I’d jump to his side.
Now, this is surely the case with anyone reading this. We all have people like these in our
lives. But I’m not just talking about
friends and first lovers. I’m talking
about individuals, which you know are better people than you are. The world is better off with them in the
world. The interesting part is when you
barely know those betters. In fact, you
have them on a pedestal, and you know that you aren’t even in their purview. It gets even more interesting, when the
reasons you do so, are made up of more qualities you can’t articulate than the
ones you can.
I’m not
talking about thinking they are better people because of some bullshit “love at
first sight” or “one great act”. It’s
not about infatuation or admiration.
I’ve
lost you, I’m sure. My point is that I
make no apologies for discriminating against almost everyone, when I put
someone on a pedestal for being a better person than I am.
Almost
a year ago, I went out with a gal. I had
met her years before this, but we were just friendly with each other. We met in a class, and when I saw her, I felt
aglow. I was in a better mood. Maybe it was the way her cheeks looked when
she smiled…I have no idea. Much later,
she and I went out, but she lost interest.
I don’t know why, and I never asked.
I think in part, I didn’t want to find out what was so bad that it
disappointed or bored her. Who knows,
maybe she just didn’t get a kick out of my smile. Eh. <shrug> It’s not really important,
because I don’t need her approval to feel happy about knowing her. (This, as you will rightly note, is SO out of character for me. I always want to know why...how...when... I love details, but not this time.)
Once in
a while, we’ll chat, or shoot a random text.
(I’ll admit, she has her own designated ringtone. “Strum” on my iPhone. Hell, my momma doesn’t even have her own
ringtone.) The other night we messaged each
other back and forth during the second Presidential debate. She told me after
(the yelling about Mitt) that she had been through some rough times with a guy
she dated. I won’t share those details
with you, but I’ll say they were rough.
Still are, in fact.
It’s to
a point where she may need to be protected from someone I'll only describe as less-than-a-man, and I want to be there to help
protect her. <grunt> "Knuckle dragger Greg protect little lady." <grunt grunt> Neanderthal-like, I know, but protecting the ones around me is but one principal I embraced in my decades. I could tell her all this, (pedestals,
better angels) but I’m sure she would take it that I was some love sick
puppydawg, that’s infatuated with her.
It’s true that I think she is beautiful (which she knows. Seriously folks, radiant...), but there is
no way to go from that, to explaining that it’s not about that, without her
assuming it’s only about that. I mean
hell, I can’t even articulate that “something” to you guys very well, and I
have all the time in the world to write, re-write and edit this post. I told her that I want her to reach out if
she needs anything, but let’s be real, how serious do any of you take that when
someone you barely know says it? If I
tell those in my cluster to call me if they need me, they understand. But coming from someone that you randomly
text… how far do you expect them to go?
I’m not
looking for suggestions, and I’m not bitching.
In fact I’m turning comments off for this post. These are just my thoughts, for me, and I
guess at this point I don’t care if you guys understand what I’m trying to say
anymore. I mean I do, but I can’t
articulate them, so it’s kind of lost.
It’s a dream you were just having, but can’t explain. You only remember that it felt grand and
lonely.
P.S. I'm not pitiful or useless.Just having a "hmph" moment.
P.S. I'm not pitiful or useless.Just having a "hmph" moment.