|Nothing– Jonathan Toon|
By the way, this is a really effective get-to-know-people-fast activity. You go straight to what everyone thinks other people should know about, no meandering through talk about the weather and where everyone is from.
In my traditional fashion when asked questions, I fell back on things I’ve seen on tumblr. (Wait, you don’t know that’s my tradition now? It totally is. Moving with the times, I am! I’m HIP!) I thought of an image I’d seen earlier in the week and thought was mildly to moderately profound, which said “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”
|Photo Credit: Julian Bialowas|
And then I thought about it, and that actually is something I would really like to tell other people. Not because people are mean to me, but because it was such a ground-breaking thing for me to figure out myself. I went for ages not even cluing into the fact that other people even HAD issues. (And they called me an observant child… ) But if I think of other people as persons with their own individual struggles and aspirations, they are all at once more interesting and deserving of my concern.
I think the particular blindness I was suffering from before has two base reasons. The first is that it’s one of the classic markers of teenager-hood to believe that no one else has ever had it as hard as I personally (me me me me) have it. Especially if I’m especially conscious of being “weird,” it is a fast and easy extrapolation to decide that all other people are not like me. So all my sufferings are more intense and unique: therefore they’re important than anyone else’s. And my selfishness is justified!
Yeah, there’s a reason why “teenager” is also a synonym for “immature.”
But moving on from my lack of developed brain, there is also the fact that much of our culture reduces anyone we don’t know personally to numbers and stats. News comes in from all over the world, presenting information about events we have minimal connection with, and over time all these disasters that don’t touch us have a numbing effect. We don’t feel nearly as bad when we hear about some other person having been maimed in a car accident as we do when a friend is injured.
And when you think about that, it’s just a depraved state of mind. When did we start not caring about other people, and how can we make it stop? (Of course, it’s possible that everyone else has extreme empathy for every other person on the planet and I’m just a psychopath/still a teenager in heart, but I really hope not. Otherwise this post suddenly becomes really awkward.) So something I’d like other people to think about would be that everyone else really is fighting a hard battle. Everyone else is INTERESTING, and they have a story, and you should want to help them because they’re people. Talk to them.
And in closing;