Are things that get left unsaid easier on the soul than things you can’t take back?
Sounds like it’s going to be a really serious blog, eh? No. Actually, I feel like that was more like the beginning of a Sex and the City episode. Not that I watch(ed) that show. Not that I’ve watched every season, every episode, every scene over and over when I felt the need to be emotionally soothed by the interaction of 4 friends and their dysfunctional relationships.
Why is it that we garner so much satisfaction at the expense of others (on tv)? Be it watching those deal with their problems, or falling unlucky in love, or making complete fools of themselves, or being dissected on a gurney. We’re drawn to both awkward and harrowing experiences. Or at least I am.
Does that make me a masochist? Because the ‘drama’ (seems a nicer way to put it) is not actually in my own life and I don’t take actual pleasure in other people’s harm. Or more of a voyeur (not in the sexual sense of the word)? Maybe I’m just human and nobody else will admit that we’re all a little screwy and like when things in our own lives don’t seem as messed up as they appear to be in someone else’s? Again, would that be better left unsaid, so that we don’t offset the ‘we’re all such good people’ equilibrium?
But see, I also take great pleasure in little things (I’m not all bad), like finding open wireless while stopped at a red light, people who will still hold the door for you or at least smile when you do the same for them, or finding the perfect coffee shop that serves skim milk, and not just soy as an alternative to cream.
Maybe if there were less ‘dark’ moments on the television, we’d take more time to enjoy the good things in life. Live life, literally, outside the box.
Or maybe this really isn’t that big of a deal, and I’m being dramatic, and I’m one of those people who likes making a mountain out of a molehill. Metaphorically speaking. Hmm… that wasn’t really a metaphor, but for some reason, I wanted to fit that in.
Lisa