March 7, 2013

Forgive me if this gets horrifically tangential. Lately I’ve been up in the clouds daydreaming about television; and the other day I was meaning to do a freewrite because I’ve been bottling up a bunch of stuff under the guise that whatever “final” (read: recently excreted) product I come up with isn’t good enough. Such is the plague of most people, right? I just want to get lost in superfluous descriptors of different people’s hair instead of being a productive human. Then again, lately that has been my goal AS a productive human, and I can’t even seem to do that. *sigh*

In any case…

The other day I went on a long anticipated / stressed about shoot with my dance teacher. It’s interesting because, having known her for almost ten years; we’ve learned more about each other in the last 6 months than we have in the last 9 years of me taking class from her. It’s strange too– when you build up an idea around someone that you feel like you know. I used to think that she was a completely flawless individual who was, personality wise, a perfectly sculpted human being. After being on this shoot, I realized how damaging the myth of flawlessness is.

We, as a generation, project our idea of people onto them. (Celebrities, mostly– but in my case it’s happened with a few people I know in real life.) They are inescapably in our daydreams as a constructed image of perfection, but when we find out that that they (to our chagrin) are actually *human*, it’s almost like we feel betrayed. What’s interesting is that for some reason we want to shift blame away from our unrealized expectations, rather than the obviousness of the situation.

I’m not saying this as a directly related realization of shooting with my dance teacher– that was amazing. It’s just interesting to slowly find out people’s quirks, and observe whether they’re endearing or annoying. (Or, rather– whether they endear YOU or annoy YOU.) (I don’t mean to speak in such universal declaratives, this is just how I’ve observed the situation.)

It’s interesting to think that you can try and accept someone’s flaws, even if you don’t know what they are. Acknowledging their existence is a freeing thing, because it staves off the disappointment of their inevitable reveal. (You know, unless the person is like, a Nazi or something.)

From now on, I think I’m going to make a conscious effort to limit my hyperbolic referral of people as “FLAW FREE” or “PERFECTION”  or similar terminology. I feel like it does my psyche a disservice.

In other news, I just learned that Valerie Harper has brain cancer.

This has definitely been the saddest news of my month so far 😦



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