I first wanted to post this on someone else’s blog as a comment but thought, in the end, better not. Better not add my rant to a stranger’s home. Because that person might not want to hear about it and I don’t want to upset anyone. Assuming that nobody wants to be disturbed.

Today, talking about misfortunes, I spun jokes about how, when you lose your marbles, drop a puzzle box or your groceries, when everything falls down around you, often, you will take a second or two to watch it unfold until you realize "Well, I have to pick things up now." The people around you also take a second or two to observe, absorb and react to what just happened. Sometimes, they just stand there and watch you. But they do, I imagine, relate... They must think "Awe. I hate it when that happens!" And go on their way.

Some people might think "I could help!" So they move in and participate and the show then becomes interactive. They bend down next to you and maybe smile and help you put things back in their place. (Sometimes they find new places and it is the good kind.)

But there are many people, like me, who often think that people don’t want to interact. They don’t want to be bothered by someone they don’t watch movies with. So the world ends up being a stage. We watch, feel and sometimes flip the channel or get some chips. We walk around perceiving situations and believe (or abide) this scene cannot be altered or it is self-reliant. No wonder so many people feel alone and out of place.

I'd like you to know that if you ever see me lose my marbles, I will appreciate any help offered.

Thank you.

Labels: “Do I dare?”, experiment, love, participation, please feel secure, theory