A few days ago, someone who is a friend of a friend added me on msn to “ask me a question”. The I-need-your-take-on-something technique is one that I cannot resist. He exchanged a few necessary pleasantries and then asked what I thought of the Lebanon crisis- and the Hezbollah stance. Since this person is more or less a stranger, I doctored my vehement response (reserved for friends and people who shall not judge me) into something tamer- and replied in perhaps what is the usual indignation, about how sad the whole thing. How the world feels helpless. Banal response I realized, but why would I get into an intense discussion with someone random, right?
He snickered. Online. Dont ask how I know. He just did, and then he says, “Figured not much would penetrate into your artsy fartsy world of make believe.” I could have had a million responses to him and his impression of my world- but I calmly decided that someone I have perhaps SEEN only once in my life is not worth it. That I will not let someone who barely knows me or my environment pass a comment on how I live my life and what issues I am concerned with. I just informed him that I don’t think I want to continue a conversation with someone who has a brain the size of a pea with a vision to match and promptly blocked him.
So if we are not out there shouting about how much we care about Lebanon, we don’t care? If we are not rioting, then the cartoons didn’t bother us? If we don’t stone KESC, we have no desire to change the society? If we buy fuel for the generator, then the misery of 12 lightless hours doesn’t bother us? Someone who must have been wise once said that sometimes in times of trouble, pain and strife, the best thing one can do is not be part of the noise, but be part of the silence instead and go one living as honestly, truly and purely as you can. And in that silence pray for better times to come.