Culture seems to have lots of words for defining space in modern times. Not the Space around our planet earth, but a more familiar one, around us. Life is itself a maze, a chakravyooh already. Must we make it worse? What defines a successful human being: Smart, professional, bubbled-in own personal space, chunky bank balances, (and weekly sessions with psychiatrists)?
Every person, tribe, social group, religious group, or even nation talks about space. We might use a synonym for wall, fence, bubble, boundaries, security alarm, or plain and simple: space. As far as I see, a wall is a wall, whichever word you use; whichever space you define it with.
Modern concepts like be positive, touchy-feely, emotional, stoic, etc. are strong indicators of our limitations guised in the form of our preferences for interacting with others. Until cool companies like Google or 3 M make socializing cool facilitated by food to promote creativity. Wasn’t that the same old fashioned human, sharing the mammoth they all brought down together?
We set limits around ourselves to feel comfortable and secure, as in the Womb. The crying celebrated on birth, is the cry now seen as a weakness, unless Biden cries after eight years of leadership. Then we wonder maybe it isn’t a less macho thing after all.
We now have beautiful designer ways to shut the door on someone asking for a listen, maybe a moments’ support, or wanting to share. I find it strange that what we refuse to do in person, we accept in writing or print: reading biographies, blogs, or clicking likes on social media. We don’t even mind paying for the book or movie!
Face to face, we seem to prefer humor, pills, energy shots, and hours in counseling. Example: the maximum likes on social media are on saddest stories or brightest pictures or of calm Nature. Whatever are we really declaring to the world as we move from pixies to pixels and from bites to bytes?
I have come to a point where I’d rather be there for people in person or otherwise, to listen and tell in fair balance. I’d rather answer their curiosity directly, saving them hours of finding out from other selective-filter-sources to checking-out a person; and in the bargain, saving cats from dying by answering curiosities of gossip marathoners.
Sad to report that this experiment didn’t work with any of my ex-in laws and outlaws, but it seems to do fine elsewheres😉
It gets better. Now they will tell you no one is interested. Or, won’t believe you are telling the truth. It seems to be fake because why would anyone care about a stranger? Why would someone be so nice on a first meeting? What is it that they really want? Did you see how she did that?!
That’s how the Wall becomes A-MAZE(ing).
And, it’s harder to find our way out. On our own.