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Writing Away the Real World

10/27/2014

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Writing Away the Real WorldIn My Little Corner
On one hand, I feel blessed to have a wide assortment of friends on various social media and also in “real life.” I’m talking about people from other countries, different educational backgrounds, differing religious beliefs, and vastly different—as in all over the place—political opinions.

On the other hand, I wonder about some of my friends.

I enjoy hearing other peoples’ unique take on the things that are of concern to me, but I’m beginning to despair. And some of my friends appear to be schizophrenic, posting one thing one day and something that is directly opposite a day later. I try to be open-minded, but I don’t think you can stand on both sides of an important issue.

A recent Facebook post caused a stabbing sensation to my heart. It was a meme that blames everything wrong in America on immigrants and the poor. Wow. So many things wrong in one easy meme. My gut response was to rip that man to shreds.

I like to think I can express myself in a clear manner and without violence, so I formulated a response based on facts. I went back to the meme again. Had he really posted that? Had I misunderstood? Maybe it was a joke? I went back to writing my rebuttal and then I looked at it again. It was killing me that others were agreeing with him. Not one person suggested he take a breath and think about the utter stupidity of his post and the hurt this kind of narrow, non-fact-based thinking causes.

You know the way we run our tongue over a sore tooth to see if it still hurts? I kept going back to that post the same way and yes, it was still painful as hell.

What I wrote was thoughtful and fact-filled. I knew I was right. I knew it! Then I remembered something my mother used to say: “Beth, do you want to be right or do you want to be happy?” It’s aggravating to quote her. She was the “old” woman I thought would never get it. Then I grew up and her intelligence astounded me. Even more aggravating is that she’s been gone 40 years and I still hear her.

In the interest of my happiness as well as my friend’s, I set aside my snarky, brilliantly-constructed rebuttal to his misleading and hateful meme. I opened up a file on my computer entitled “Beth’s Writing.” I took a deep breath and clicked on a novel that’s under construction. Within minutes, I disappeared into the pages and pages of words.

How do you keep it together, my friends? If you don’t write worlds of your own making, how do you do it? You must be stronger, smarter, and more courageous than I am. I wimp out and go to my own universe when this one becomes too much.

Years ago, I saw a television production of Rogers and Hammerstein’s “Cinderella.” Julie Andrews, the star, sang a song that I felt in my core, even though I was a small child. “In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whatever I want to be.” If I had a theme song, that would be it.

In my little corner, I orchestrate everything. Nobody lives unless I want them to. And everyone does as I say. I’m fully aware that in real life bad people sometimes don’t get caught or if caught, they don’t get what’s coming to them. Sometimes good people don’t get what they deserve, either.

In my personal experience, real life is too real. People die who shouldn’t and people live who have no right. Good people get sick while bad ones are healthy. Our children die, even babies die—and sometimes horribly. I have to quit making this list before I jump back into the pages of a novel.

Sometimes I need to go away to a place where I can run and dance and fight for justice. I can kick ass, take a kayak on the river, watch shadows play on Cimarron Mountain, or fly to Chihuahua with a handsome man.

My favorite escape is into the beauty and grandeur that is West Texas. Instead of focusing on the insanity and horror of what we insist on calling the real world, I fly away. And anyhow, what is more real than the timeless scenery of Big Bend National Park? It was here millions of years before humans came and will be here long after we’re gone. 

I can’t change the minds of people who want to reduce our country’s complicated problems to misleading memes. Spewing facts at them doesn’t work. Being angry doesn’t work. So I come at it another way, by telling stories. Maybe the most I accomplish is to take them away for a little while, but what is wrong with that? I want people to have hope. Isn’t that what this world needs more than anything? 


4 Comments
Katrina link
10/27/2014 12:08:53 pm

Social media produces quite a conflict within me as well. On the one hand, I love keeping up with long-lost friends, discovering new ones, seeing trends in my profession. On the other hand, it's so disheartening when I see posts like you mentioned. It's even worse when it's from someone I love and admire.

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Beth
10/28/2014 02:02:59 pm

Yes, I agree, Katrina!

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Tony Franco link
10/28/2014 01:41:29 am

I cannot agree more with the wisdom of your mother.

I too, like Katrina above, have seen people I love post things I find most offensive. On the other hand, I realized one day that some of the things I posted that I deeply believed in were seen as offensive by people I love. I had heard you say your mom's quote before; and this reminded me of my most central belief. First Corinthians chapter 13 states very clearly what I most fundamentally believe: that love trumps the power of our belief and even the power of our hopes. So I try not to post things that I believe in when I know some of those I love may find them offensive. On the other hand, I will stand up for what I believe if confronted. I will fight for what I believe
if it is threatened. But posting on Facebook is neither of those nor is it like the sounds of cymbals blowing in the desert wind. What we post on Facebook is public and lasts a long time. The daily breezes do not remove it completely.

I too have my corners. Sometimes I write. Sometimes I listen to music. Sometimes I simply play Freecell. Often times I watch my cats.
So glad you posted this, Beth. I appreciate my little corners better.

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Beth
10/28/2014 02:01:59 pm

Thank you for your thoughtful response, Tony.

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