Some things are better left untouched. Like memories, for instance.
That’s why I didn’t immediately jump onto the social media bandwagon early on with sites like Facebook, Instagram, and now TikTok, which begs the question: “What’s the point of that one?” Or, the most annoying one of all: Twitter… the awful cyber sphincter, which one has to be initiated in order to partake in the monosyllabic banter of their fraternity.
Yes, I will be sharing this post on Twitter.
I resisted Facebook for many years. Yeah, I joined and made a profile and all that jazz, but I didn’t engage for a very long time and I made my profile private after very unwanted contacts from a few ex-boyfriends. If I wanted to remain friends with these obnoxious, self-centered morons, I would’ve done so all along.
One of the biggest reasons I didn’t want to participate in this social media thing was because I believed it was best to let sleeping dogs lie (see above).
I didn’t want to see what the people from my past looked like today… most of them anyway… because it would ruin the image I had kept so clearly of them in my mind. When I did search for someone from my past, or they, for me, many times I was let down, disappointed, or worse, horrified.
The other night, I was watching one of my favorite movies from the Eighties, A Fish Called Wanda, and I… hang on, I just want to say this: If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it. It may be slightly dated in costume and props, but not much else. The writing, acting, and humor is as relevant today as it was back then. It’s funny!
Okay, back to where I was: So I’m enjoying the movie and I absolutely adore the entire cast, especially Kevin Kline, who practically stole the show, and I got curious as to what he’s been up to because he was a huge star back then.
Just as an aside, celebrity wasn’t the bloated, narcissistic, fuck-fest we see on social media today, it was far more subtle and humble and mysterious. Today’s celebrities share way too much about themselves and their daily lives, stuff I don’t wanna know. Where’s the glamour anymore? I find it extremely weird they revel in that kind of thing and how society eats it up.
Anyway, I almost let my curiosity get the better of me by searching out Kevin Kline on the internet, but then I didn’t. I stopped myself because some things are better left untouched.
The other day my friend and I discussed how struck we were by the recent passing of a comedic star, and how much he had aged, and I remembered this conversation right before I did an online search for Kevin. I didn’t want my memory of him – glorious, funny, good-looking, robust – to be shattered by his current iteration: Old.
Yeah I know, we all get old… believe me, I know… but do we need to see people we knew from another era jump from being a young, vibrant person to an aging, mortal soul in a split second as we seek out their image on a computer?
My answer is a resounding NO! Just like we don’t need to be seeking out our prom dates, high school sweethearts or exes.
It ruins things.
By the way, I didn’t go to prom. Too academic.
Seeking out people from our past ruins the pristine images formed from the memory of our youths, or by a glance at an old photo album, yearbook… or movie. I don’t want to know you as you are now, I want to hold onto the memory of how I felt when I knew you back then.
I may be accused of hanging onto the past, not willing to let go, living in a dream of a time gone by, and that is probably true, but then, isn’t actively seeking out someone from your past or some celebrity on social media the same thing? You can call it curiosity but we all know what it really is (see above).
I want to remember the entire cast from that movie as the people they were when I first saw it as the person I was: A young lady who had moved to south Florida to live as a beach bum for a year. How I yearn to be as carefree and bold now as I was back then; to do something so audacious!
I wouldn’t mind the tan either… or the younger body.