Can any of us live in the world these days without experiencing a moment when you just want to lash out? Maybe you’re stuck in big city traffic, or growing old in telephone queue purgatory. Or maybe, like Bitty and me, you are simply trying to get to your seats in a crowded theatre filled with catatonic zombies.
Recently, when we finally got around the many meandering souls that make up a Saturday matinee audience at the Mark Taper, Bitty said, with dripping sarcasm, what I was actually thinking: “Just stand in the middle of the aisle, why don’t ya?” Another theatre goer (a typical Los Angeles peace and love granola girl) looked at Bitty and said, “Jeez, Hostile.” “Yes,” I said as Granola walked away, “hostile, but aware.”
Now a note, before you go and think that Bitty and I are nothing but heartless wenches: we are both hyper-aware of our surroundings and the people in them. Bitty is a social worker who helps people all day long, 24/7. I don’t have such career credentials, but I was raised in 1960s West Texas with manners and a conduct I wish were more prevalent today.
And maybe that is why we are annoyed when people, not just a few but the masses, are so consistently unaware. How many folks (yes, these days especially) actually take their heads out of their cell phones/iPods/asses to be present and aware of what’s going on around them?
You know that old saying, “Ignorance is bliss”? Yes, it is. For the ignorant. For those of us who are aware, your ignorance makes us hostile. So when we blow off that steam, forgive us; the rest of the time we’re watching out for you.