I have been trying years now to figure out why I hate Facebook so much. I mean, the truly informative bits I get from friends far away are nice reasons to linger on, but for the most part, I would love to ditch the whole thing in favor of a bit of Twitter, email and my blog. Still, I’d not been able to come up with an appropriate metaphor until I saw this halloween costume idea… Now I am even more certain that I will be spending less time as part of the cycle of ingest-and-pass-along. I have things I want to do with my life, and while the cuteness is occasionally a balm, and the calls to action are often heed-worthy, most of the time, I could obtain the same cuteness from my own dogs and birds, and the socio-political news directly from the sources I have deemed trustworthy. I am weak, and the moment I open the ‘book, I end up drowning in the mire, allowing myself to be churned to dizzy hopelessness at the base of the Facebook Wall Falls. I don’t think it helps my sanity. Anyway, I am not gone yet, but I have unsewn my lips. It’s a start.
This week, Peter Segal set up perfect example of the human desire to fill in holes. In this case, however, the sleuthing drive was put to creative use.
On the 13th of December — the night of the Chicago Community Trust’s 96th anniversary event — Mr. Segal was serendipitously in a position to take a picture of Yo-Yo Ma on a bathroom floor with a wombat. Because he is a kind, generous and somewhat mischievous soul, he shared his captioned photo with thousands of Twitter followers.
Yo Yo Ma on the floor of a bathroom, with a wombat. twitter.com/petersagal/sta…
— Peter Sagal (@petersagal) December 14, 2011
Before long, Reddit picked it up, and a mostly amusing train of speculation was created: People didn’t know why Yo-Yo Ma was on a bathroom floor with a wombat, but they wanted to guess why more than they seemed to simply want to know why.
I envy this creative bent. I am able to muster a similar sense of playful guessing for Yo-Yo-Wombat-type holes in my understanding: Sure, fill those with nonsense! It’s fun! But when the information gaps are personal, or have a bearing on my life or the lives of family members and friends, my instant reaction is to fill them with worst possible scenarios. Why shouldn’t/can’t I instead fill them with marsupial daemons and beautiful cello languages that only wombats understand? Is it the fear that, should I be optimistic, the real facts will be a let-down? Well, perhaps they might be if I were too pollyanna in creating my own take… It is never wise to fill a hole with rainbow glitter and unicorn rides. Instead, a surrealist approach might be better suited to my depressive sensibilities: Fill in the frightening unknown with rainbow chicken-snails and unicorn farts, and the idea will be amusing until the facts arrive, and will then be easily traded for reality, since they were hardly possible to begin with… except in Laurie Pink’s drawniverse.
Resolution: Next time the boss has his door closed, I am going to assume he is practicing parkour with the rest of the management team. Yes. Much better. Now, does anyone want to join me in creating a version of Clue where “It was Yo-Yo Ma in the Lavatory with the Wombat” could be a possible outcome?