Is it just me, or are people taking themselves too seriously these days?


We went to Target today. I had to get some of those Clorox bleach wipe things, some of those toilet flusher things, and deodorant. Don’t want my pits to smell bad.

So we went to the “fancy” Target. It isn’t really fancy, actually. It’s in the ghetto-est town in our county, probably the ghetto-est town in the state. I feared for my life the entire time we were there too because I realized I was wearing my White Sox shirt, which happens to be what all the local gang members wear to represent their South-Oxnard drug and killing hood. It’s the “fancy” Target, though, because it has a parking garage and is brand new.

I don’t really know why I call it fancy.

Anyway, we were at the fancy Target and got our items, plus a couple of impulse buys. I spent a buck on an ICEE, which prevented any requests for toys. It was pretty in-and-out. As we left, though, we got in the car; I started the car; and, I went to back up, when a woman walked behind my car with a cart. Okay, no big deal. I didn’t even start to move because I was looking and I waited.

But that bitch stopped her cart behind my car, took her things out, got in her car, and pulled out in a hurry; her cart still sitting behind my car.

Clearly she was taking herself so seriously that she thought she was the only person in the parking lot – or the world for that matter – that was important.

Maybe it’s because I live in California. The land of dramatics. The land of the fruits and nuts and people that think everything they are doing was a part of some sort of predestined-I-am-the-center-of-the-universe plan. But really, it seems like people are taking themselves too seriously these days.

On the Internet

Take Freshly Pressed – WordPress’s daily list of blogs they deemed “cream of the crop”. Every time I scroll through it, it’s filled with all sorts of blogs on dramatics about cross-cultural issues and pithy commentaries on finding inner-peace. Or recipes. Or Blog a Day, which is assigned by WordPress and always particularly pretentious. Earlier this week they assigned people to post photo blogs depicting the word “solitary.” If you look at them now, there are thousands of posts where people have taken these terribly narcissistic photographs of themselves looking longingly into the unknown ahead.

Give me a break. Life is not that afflictive.

Or what about whenever people post things on Facebook these days? They always seem to be about women’s issues or cancer fundraising. Don’t get me wrong, those things are important, but can anyone feel lighthearted at all anymore? Someone once shamed me because everything I posted on Facebook was not about a serious, political issue. Really? Has everyone lost their ability to look at things humorously? Everyone seems to be so busy out saving the world – either by running a marathon, working at Starbucks, or creating political memes – that they seem to have lost any idea of what it means to relax and enjoy life once in a while.

In Person

Look at people we all know, in our daily lives. We all have that one person that never smiles. We all have that one person that never watches funny movies, or never laughs when you tell a joke.

My husband is one I can point to that takes himself way too seriously. When he talks at home, or on the phone to me, he sounds normal. He sounds relaxed. But whenever he talks to someone at work he takes an air of serious superiority. Everything is life or death.

Did I mention he works in video editing? There is nothing life or death about it. They do fucking music videos, baby shows, and Disney-type promos. iCarly is not and never will save the world. Snoop Dogg’s story may be interesting, but it most certainly is not do-or-die.

Even When Serious Is the Last Thing We Should Be

I was thinking of this the other day when I saw the Facebook update of the brother of a friend I used to work with. He had posted some photos from his birthday weekend and when I scrolled through them, in every single one of them he was in, he had this dry, I’ve-got-deep-thoughts-going-on look on his face. Did he really have deep thoughts going on? Do any of us? It was his birthday, for Christ’s sakes. Enjoy it!

Maybe if we stopped taking everything we did so seriously, we’d have to face some cold, hard facts. One of them is that we cannot save the world. Another is that we are not enjoying life if we never laugh. The most important is that we aren’t the only people in the world.

It isn’t immature to relax and have fun. And perhaps it is the people that have thought the deepest that know there is not much of a point to being so serious anyway. The lady at the fancy Target that left her cart behind my car was so rude. But she also was just taking herself too seriously. She really thinks her life is so important that she can’t have even the most basic sense of common courtesy. I feel bad for a person like that who cannot take even a moment to look around and laugh.

Advertisements

13 Comments on “Is it just me, or are people taking themselves too seriously these days?

  1. I had some dickhead parking a cement mixer across my driveway yesterday and got a bit passive aggressive when I asked him to move it “quickly” as I needed to get my car out to go to work. It ended up making me late. Grrrr.

  2. There’s this round thing in the middle of your steering wheel. It’s called a horn. We use it A LOT in India to get people’s attention that we are recklessly about to over take them or wake people out of their slumber as they dawdle across a busy road and to tell the person behind us that we are backing up and we don’t give a shit if we run over you because, hey, we horned.There’s a whole symphony of horn sounds for different occassions. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNnGSEGmaeI I’d use the horn next time,luv. Also helps to violently rudely jolt people out of their narcissistic dreamy far away thoughts

  3. The majority of people really just don’t have senses of humor. That’s why you collect funny people and hold on to them for dear life. Because they’re rare. If they laugh along with you – they’re keepers. If they read something you wrote and then chastise you because you said something inappropriate because you were going for the laugh – then they deserve to be bludgeoned to death with a blunt object. Or pecked to death by a duck. Either way – hilarious.

  4. I learned the lesson in life, about the time my second child came along and I figured out I was really going to do the mom thing (my first one was adopted by a lovely couple that gave her a wonderfully charming life). This little precious life was depending on me to shape him and show him the world. Since that day, I’ve taken it upon myself to always (try to) show him the lighter side of life, and that nothing is really that serious unless you’re bleeding or dying.

  5. Maybe it is California, all that fusion food … then again.

    A few thoughts: I think public carparks bring out the worst in everyone, it’s the same the world over.

    I can barely keep up with the blogs I follow, let alone worry about freshly pressed. (Side note here: two things spring to mind for the word ‘solitary’: diamond – as in single carat, and Lone Pine, Gallipoli the site of a WWI battle.) Likewise lots of people take FB waaay to seriously, and there’s so much crap flying around that the decent stuff gets buried. (2nd side note, I’m guilty of the breast cancer awareness campaigning although not asking for money – those funny status updates only!)

    Birthday parties are not the time or place for wistful gazing to the middle distance. Birthdays are for wearing silly hats and blowing those paper whistle things that unfurl and make a terrible farting sound!

    My grandfather often said ‘laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you get a wet face’. Says it all really…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: