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Group Think Hysteria
I get all worked up about certain things. I guess. For instance, it bugs me when people are late. Mostly it bugs me if I’m late. And I don’t like it all that much when I’m walking down a crowded sidewalk and someone stops in the middle of it for no reason. But you know, for the most part I’m just kind of floating on. So it’s hard for me to relate to people that get worked up over things. I’m not suggesting they’re wrong or I’m right (but obviously let’s just go ahead and admit that I think I’m right otherwise you know, I wouldn’t be writing this) but I just cannot believe the level of hysteria that people arrive at.
A small example: today I was at my bank begging with wide eyes for them to reverse an overdraft fee because I’ve had this account for 16 years and have never overdrawn it and PLEASE explain to me the logic in subtracting more money from an account that is already more than empty? Is that even possible? But that’s not the hysteria. An older woman bolts in through the front doors panting and wide-eyed saying, “The ATM took my card! It won’t give it back!” I seriously raised up both of my eyebrows as high as they could go with my mouth in the letter “o” in response to how freaked out she was. She freaked me the freaky freak OUT. I thought grandma was going to pull out a weapon and call it a day as she was shouting, “I have so much to do today! I don’t have time for this!” It was hysterical but not funny.
It reminded me of the level of unwarranted panic surrounding the Swine Flu. This thing is out of hand. Citizens are getting so aggressive about sneezes and coughs and such. Parents have kept their kids home from school because they’re nervous about it. I had a friend even tell me that she was really panicky on the subway because “A Mexican group of guys were on it and they were sneezing and coughing. I covered my face with my arm, but I don’t know if that helps.” Really really for real? First, you cannot be my friend anymore because what you said just made me stop liking you. Second. No, actually no second. It’s just too much.
The sun will shine and the rain is going to pour and I suggest we all just take it in. I get it- I do – that we have to be careful and that life is dangerous. But these frantic crusades to protect ourselves are bananas. (Also: turning some of us into racists. Just sayin’.) I think the dangerous nature of group-think is taking over and maybe that’s what we should be getting worried about.
Or maybe we should just go outside and enjoy the day. That’s my uprising against all of this. I will continue to enjoy this filthy dirty infected world because it’s beautiful to me.