Jeff—Saturday
The other day, as I sat in a chic harborside eatery, staring
out beyond an armada of luxury yachts across a blissfully calm Aegean sea, I
found myself thinking of the meaning of life.
Cue the violins.
I live on an island where temporal things matter. Big time.
The island’s very existence depends on nurturing a sense in the hearts
and minds of the hordes drawn there each summer that our very being is defined
by what we possess or consume. The right table in the right restaurant, the
right row of beach beds on the right place on the right beach, the right watch,
the right late night club, the right bikini—or the right bikini wearer—all
matter in the eyes of those who keep track of the things that determine your
position in the governing pecking order.
Then I thought a bit longer.
About other places I’ve lived: big, medium, and small cities, farm and
academic communities, chic apartment buildings and shacks. They all use different measures, but
inevitably the same dynamic is at work everywhere. Perhaps it’s what you do, where you live,
where you (or your children) go to school, what you wear, what you drive, what
courses you teach, your publisher, what ranks or distinctions you’ve obtained, but
in some way or another they factor into the calculations of those who keep
track of your position in their particular pecking order.
And I’m talking now about decisions made once the broader
categories of race, religion, ethnicity, political party, and gender have been
resolved.
Let’s face it folks, we live in world where categorization
is a fact of life. Jeffrey the writer occupies
a different position than Jeffrey the New York City lawyer. Annamaria the chef, a different position than
Annamaria the stripper. Caro the comic a different position than Caro the
sincere (okay, so my examples aren’t perfect).
The bottom line is, to be truly free you must be happy in
your own skin doing what you want to do.
There will forever be persons out there judging you by their standards,
and if you invest in playing by their rules, you will end up living someone
else’s view of your life instead of living your own.
A word of warning to those who might think this is a curse
of the capitalist class: Anarchists can
be just as ruthless—if not more so—in determining the status of their adherents
in the “anti-isms” rankings of their disparate pecking orders.
As Davy Crockett once said, “Be true to yourself and you
shall not fear from any man [or woman…other than Annamaria or Caro, of course].”
Now back to staring out to see/sea.
Coronets please.
—Jeff
Oh,Jeffrey,how much I enjoy this post/commentary from you. You continue to inspire me and, I'm sure many others, with your wisdom and life's experiences. Thank you. Just, thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mimi. I'm beyond flattered to hear that!
DeleteAs a former legal secretary and proofreader, I don't understand the spacing or punctuation, but I know Jeffrey appreciates the gist of my comment.
ReplyDeleteYour gist certainly is most appreciated, Mimi, and your spacing and punctuation are just fine ... and certainly consistent with the premise of my post--be yourself. :)
DeleteAnd both Annamaria the International Management Consultant to Fortune Fifty companies and Annamaria the author of historical novels wonder why you chose to depict her as a chef and a stripper. I am SUREI don't want to know what Freud would say about that.
ReplyDeleteBarbara thought you'd react that way. I said, "Nah, she''ll know I'm talking about another Annamaria."
ReplyDeleteI see you changed the text. If I were you, I'd heed your new last seven words . And ALWAYS follow Barbara's advice!
DeleteText change? There's been no text change operation on my part.
DeleteAh, my mistake. I first read this post on my iPad, which sometimes displaces the words and the pictures. You actually did warn people to be afraid of me (and Caro, of course).
DeleteAnd what further complicates "life" are the varied seasons. I married, raised children and NOW I am co-parenting grandchildren. Who
ReplyDeleteam I????? I am Waiting for the next season!!!
Amen, Carol. You are a blessed soul, and being true to yourself in the most admirable of ways. Seasons come, seasons go, but you remain!
DeleteWell said, and better advice is hard to come by. So... was Barbara the ghost-writer on this one???
ReplyDeleteThank you, EvKa, and on the Barbara score, she's definetely comfortable in her own skin...though mink (faux, of course) might tempt her.
DeleteThank you for this timely and important reminder, Jeff. I've been thinking about this very issue a lot over the last few months - in fact, something you said to me at Left Coast Crime in Hawaii was the first in a very long chain of dominoes that continue falling even now. While I can't say more about it in public (yet), I can tell you this post is a great and timely reminder of some very important things.
ReplyDeleteSee you at Bouchercon, I hope!
Thank you, Susan. What I wrote means a lot to me, almost as much as knowing that it struck you the same way. As for what I said to you at LCC, EvKa will likely criticize you for taking something I said seriously, but I'm certain the dominoes are leading you to the right place.
ReplyDeleteAnd Barbara and I look forward to seeing you in Toronto!