I know I might be repeating myself once again, since my previous post “Lebanese Ego”, and “Bbm vs Whatsapp” treat on the same subject. Even though this one will be different, the point of judging others’ choices and ways of expression is the main subject.
As most of you know by now, actor Paul Walker has died in a car crash, killing him and his friend Roger Rodas instantly.
Now most people might ask who is this Roger guy? Well he’s the guy that was driving the car with Paul; unfortunately he is not famous, so mentioning him in most posts was forgotten.
Human beings tend to recognize famous people and names more than that of those that were injured or killed with no suffix to their name like: actor, singer, politician etc.
We always see that happening in everyday life, take for example the Hariri assassination on February 14 2005; most people only recognize the death of Rafic Hariri himself, but rare are those that remember the names of Bassel Fleihan; and shame on me for not being able to name one of the 21 poor souls that were in his guard, or around the area at the time of explosion.
But it’s always the little people that get forgotten.
Now of course I will wish both their souls to rest in peace, and many other people will, whether they be Paul Walker’s fans, or parents, family, friends, or even someone who already lost a dear person to car accidents. We all tend to, nonetheless, wish the person’s soul to rest in peace.
We each have different ways to mourn, and we each have the choice to mourn or not. Unfortunately we are Lebanese, we enjoy judging, and expect everyone to act and react the same way as us. Our ego overwhelms us on every turn.
Of course, us being Lebanese once again, we also come up with jokes and clever ways to show our annoyance. Our jokes are general; they just depict truth and wonders of Lebanese society.
I’m not sure how to react to each, to tell you honestly I don’t really care about P.W, or his friend R.R; they were speeding, shit happens; people make mistakes, and some mistakes are deadly; after all we are simply humans.
(Translation: Careful! Danger of snipers) being put up on streets an hour away from where I am right now, in the same country as me, and hearing echoes of shootings and bombings; seeing my country flame itself up killing hundreds of civilians a week, men, women, and children is what saddens me most.
(Translation: Shame on us to keep our mouth shut! )
Fortunately for my health, I don’t personally know these people, but I pray for them every day and hope no family members or acquaintances, or any more people get killed in the process. But that doesn’t mean that because they are not famous they should be forgotten, or that because of I remembered one means I don’t remember the other; but if the whole world was to grieve for every lost soul, our mourning would never end, and our grief would kill us slowly.
It’s up to our personal choices to decide who we want to mention in our grieving and who we don’t want to. Trying to make people follow you, or judging their choices simply makes you sound and look stupid and ugly; I’m not sure which word fits better, but the degree of idiocy is too high to ignore.
When will we stop judging each other and just accept our differences? I’m not sure, but I hope soon.