One More Before I Go a.k.a I Should be Packing
Good gravy, just go already……OH, I KNOW!
Why do you think people like to see other people fail? Why are there sites like Gosselins Without Pity? Do you think that because people are in the spotlight it gives other people the right to tear them down? Do you think it makes people feel better about themselves when they see people fail? I think it’s sad. It’s all sad. I look at our society and wonder how it ever got to this point. In the immortal words of Rodney King, “can’t we all just get along?”.
This is another reason to be unplugged. I look at Kate Gosselin on the Today show and I feel awful for watching it. I wonder if she’d give the big house back to have a normal family life, or if everything she puts up with is worth it. I know they made the decision to put themselves out there, and I’m by no stretch a Kate fan. I have been witness to a relationship where the husband was verbally berated so much that he was a shell of a man, and I wondered why he stayed. Everyone has their reasons and their tolerance level, but I just feel like there’s a way to communicate with each other and I’m very sensitive to tone.
I wonder if the alleged “other woman” in that case is proud of herself; or if it’s not really true, if her brother is proud of himself for telling people it happened. I’m not proud for knowing as much about it as I do. I also wonder if the paparazzi and Perez Hilton’s of the world can look themselves in the mirror and be proud of themselves. Where has our compassion gone? Do people have to give up their right to privacy because they love acting? Now, I know there are famewhores that shop at Kitson and eat at the Ivy who crave the attention, but I wonder if that’s everyone.
I’m unplugging for a week, and the world will go on even if I think it won’t. In the 11th grade, I looked across the courtyard at school and saw a friend talking to someone else, but couldn’t hear what they were saying. It sounds weird, but I had sort of an out of body experience. It was the first time in my life that I actually thought about the world going on even though I wasn’t there to hear what was happening. Could I really have been that self-centered? Yeah, I was 16, so probably.