Is it that I fail to understand the human emotion? The constant swing of vastly dissimilar emotions as if a child hanging on the monkey bars, undecided whether they wanted to continue forward or go back the way they came. Angry, happy, sad, excited, depressed, neutral, neurotic.
Now, don't get me wrong, I certainly feel. I have the range of emotions however the part that confuses me is how in the vast populace how emotions seem highly misguided.
Let us take for starters tabloids. Every time we go to the checkout in a supermarket or any other large retail chain we are greeted by countless glossy magazines. The covers boast about some Hollywood celebrity or another and how they are too fat or too thin. Who they have been going to bed with and who may feel snubbed by the supposed physical union. The ones that agitate me the most are the ones showing the pregnant celebrities and how they are coping. There are times I feel sorry for these people and that their lives end up in the tabloids, other times I feel that they are asking for it but acting as audacious as they do at times.
Either way, why do people care?
The reason people care is something I simply cannot, in the greatest depths of my mind, fathom. The senseless fanatics racing to see which star of the big screen has cellulite this bikini season.
Is this obsession a holdover from the times of empirical power? The kings and princes, lords and ladies all strutting about in their finery to show that they are above the commoner. Would the same fanaticism erupt during the Roman period if they had a simple means of advertising themselves?
I suppose they did in a way, if you think about it. Take the gladiators for example. Individual gladiators had their own fan bases, their own supporters. They had people who would spend money to bet on them in their latest fight. One thing I can't do is bring myself to believe that the fan bases gave a hoot what so-and-so who won their latest fight was wearing. I doubt they cared if some concubine or the other had been made available to them as payment for shedding the blood of another man. I may be wrong but I feel that is a concept only cared about so intensely by the more modern peoples.
What spawned the rant of this evening? Well, a rather famous comedian died of suicide. But he lived his life, he made his choices, so why does the mass populace care so much? Why the obsession? I simply can not get my head around it.
If a normal man, one not in the spot light, had chosen to off himself no one but his family and close friends would pay any attention. The man may get a blurb in the local newspaper, depending on where he lived, but that would be that. There would be no mass out powering of grief from the country (or the world, in some cases). People would not be racing to their social media outlets to express their condolences. They are people who live their lives and make choices for themselves but all life ends in death.
Death is in no way rare and it at some point will touch every person.
With that thought, good night.
