Razor Blade Rubik’s Cube

I’m always baffled by people’s individual perceptions of things–and by things I usually mean books, movies and TV shows. (I’m rarely baffled by people’s political views. I just expect madness there.) For every thing that I enjoy; every thing that moves me and makes me want to just completely live in another world, there is always at least one person who hated it, at least one person who was bored by it and one person who thought it was poorly done.

I had a good friend tell me today that he didn’t finish Stranger Things 2, because he thought it was trying too hard. Wow.

But, while the younger me was offended by these things, I now find myself fascinated by them. It’s kind of incredible the variance in perception out there. We can all see the same thing and yet not one us of will think or feel the same about it. It’s extraordinary really…and maybe a little frightening.

Politics, and government and the status quo frustrate me on a daily basis but when you start viewing all those things through the infinite crystal fragmentations in the way that we all see the world, it’s hard to believe we haven’t nuked each other face the face of the earth yet. I mean, really, how do you actually get people to agree, and how you get people to feel safe, and how you get something done that doesn’t piss off everybody else — it all just seems like some horrific puzzle that will chop off your fingers if you turn it the wrong way.

At what point did we all stop seeing our opinions as separate from ourselves? When did what we think become who we are? When did it start offending us to hear someone disagree with us? When did we start feeling threatened by someone liking iPhones more that Android, or Raider over Broncos, or…well, I was gonna put some kind of musician feud here but all the ones I could think of weren’t really relevant anymore…

I’m working on seeing things in more than one way. What if I could watch Stranger Things 2 again and see it through my friend’s eyes? What would that mean? What if it didn’t invalidate how much I enjoyed it the first time? What if both things were true — better yet, what if both things were possible? What could I learn from that?