When I was growing up, there was this good friend I had. I’ve written about him before. I don’t know why, but I always loved spending time with him. He made the world feel a lot less lonely. He said things that made you wonder. He made you feel like you were cool no matter who you were. When he went home, there was a little less light in the room. It was like the curtains hiding the gray world were once again opened up, and you were left standing there by yourself, calling out into the empty silence for someone to rescue you.
Unfortunately, this friend had a bad habit. He was what you might call a spoiler. Have you ever read one of those reviews, and at the top of the article it says something like spoiler alert? That phrase should probably have been tattooed on his body somewhere, just to let you know what’s coming.
I had a lot of adventures growing up, but they mostly took place at home, or in the yard, or quite often, in my imagination. He, on the other hand, was usually free to roam all over town, and his mom took him with her every weekend when she went shopping in one of the bigger nearby cities. This was a rare type of excursion for me, unfortunately.
I’m not sure of all the things he did with his mom in the big city over the years, but he did take me with him once. They went to this really huge shopping mall. I remember seeing things that left me in awe at the time. There were so many brightly lit stores filled with clothes, shoes, jewelry, and perfume, but also other stores that had books, novelties, and toys. My favorite was the toy store, of course. It also had a movie theater and a pizzeria, which my friend visited often on his trips with his mom. She probably had more time to shop while he and his brother were watching a movie.
All this movie watching gave him something of an advantage over most of the kids at school. He got to see almost all the exciting movies as soon as they were released to cinemas. It was often a very long time before I got to see a movie, because there were no local movie theaters in our small town. Of course, every kid loves a great movie, so this deficiency put him in a position to be a kind of intermediary. When he got your attention, which he was good at doing, he would tell you all about the movie, the general story, the coolest parts to watch, etc.
Unfortunately, after he was done, you would know the whole movie and the ending. I guess back then it didn’t matter to me. The excitement I saw in his eyes as he spoke and acted out every scene made the actual movie seem a little dull in comparison. It might also be that hearing it only from a storyteller forces you to conjure up all the images in your mind, much like reading a book. Basically, you couldn’t passively listen. His intensity forced you to be there with him, feeling every moment, and reliving every scene.
If there wasn’t anyone to talk to about movies, then all the movies in the world would be boring. They wouldn’t be any fun to watch.
One time, after listening to him tell me about a movie, I asked him, why do you like to tell everyone about all the movies you see? He thought about it for a moment, and then said, well, if there wasn’t anyone to talk to about movies, then all the movies in the world would be boring. They wouldn’t be any fun to watch. I remember this statement until this day because I found it ponderable even as a kid. All the energy and money we put into entertainment is only valuable because we can share the experience with our friends. The real source of happiness isn’t the movie. It’s each other.
Knowing this, it’s easy to see how social media took off like a rocket. It connects with one of our most fundamental needs, the need to connect with someone other than ourselves. It also shows why reaction buttons and comments are so critical (hint, hint). They allow us to gauge if someone even notices us. We constantly create, curate, and share information in the hopes that we will hold someone’s attention, even for a moment. It also makes social media very addictive, because most people are literally staving for attention.
In my own life, I often find myself sinking a lot of energy into certain people. I’ve noticed this a lot in some of my conversations. When I finally capture the attention of someone interesting, I try hard to hold on to it. My feelings will be more telegraphed on my face. I will make everything seem more positive than it is. I might act things out or move my hands. I will pull you into the scene with me, just like my friend taught me to do. In that moment, we will not be separated anymore. We will be together, living in the same story, and that is really why we are all here.
Did you have a friend who lit up the room? Do you ever feel lonely? Do you know anyone who spoils movies? What was your first experience in a shopping mall? What were your favorite stores growing up? Did you grow up in a small town or big city? Do you remember the first movie you ever saw in a cinema? Do you know someone who is a good storyteller? Do you enjoy having someone pay attention to your work? Are you addicted to social media? Are you a very expressive person? Do you find that certain people grab your attention and hold it? Let me know in the comments, and please remember to like, share, and subscribe!
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