Sad. So sad. What I hear most is the tragedy of a man who could make people laugh like no other, but was deeply sad himself. Not only do we think this is a tragedy, but an inexplicable tragedy. It doesn't 'make sense'. Somehow, we still tend to think think people can be known definitively. Mr.Williams himself said, ""It's hard because people want to know you're a certain thing...They still say, 'That's the little manic guy. He's the little adrenaline guy. Oh yeah, he touches himself. He doesn't do that anymore. But wait a minute. He's the little manic guy who played the really quiet guy and then the really scary guy. Oh No, wait..."
People want to know you are a certain thing. I wonder if that's true, and if so, why do we want to figure people out, to label, to define, to draw lines around them? It's a strange need if that's the case. It challenges me to remember how complicated we all are. And that when a friend, family member, student or stranger in the street act differently than I'd hoped, thought, or wanted, to give them that room, to accept them as they are, in that moment.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Archives
April 2015
Janet---constructed and constructing along the way--- Categories |