Yesterday I did a Excel Webinar. The Webinar went well. I had a great time and felt weird leaving work at 9pm. Its funny how having a theatre background has helped me in a very weird ways in things not really related to Theatre.
After leaving work I took the El home. This is a typical practice for me, but I rarely ever take the ride so late at night. I was talking on my phone with my sister and mum, so I was not really paying attention until a couple of stops later. A group of people, probably mom, dad, son and friends, started laughing hard at something outside the subway car. I could not see what they were laughing at, at least not at first. Then I realized it was a person.
I am sure that some people get used to being laughed and made fun of. Others are totally oblivious to the laughter. Some live on laughter and need it for mere survival of their egos. I found the laughter slightly addicting, its late at night, I'm on my way home after 'performing' in a way. I'm talking to my sister and laughing with her about my family.
But there is a point when laughing at others is just wrong. This man was heavy set, clumsy, and cursed with really bad eczema. Sure his movements were kind of hilarious. But it was also sad. Sad that this poor man who couldn't stop itching was having to deal with people laughing openly at him on the subway.
I caught myself remembering a time when everything I did seemed to bring out mean laughter from my peers.
Sometimes I am reminded strongly, like a slap in your face, that there is a lot of wrong in this world.
No comments:
Post a Comment