Stories of All Kinds, Things We May Not Know, and the Significance of the Insignificant
It’s one of those mornings where the dreams linger, their content coloring my mood, the headache not helping, either, and some of the stories of the week making me wonder about truth and about choices and about significance.
Every so often a story wanders our community, and we leap upon it in outrage at the injustice or fear at the what-if-it-had-been-me. Support is rallied, blogs written, facebook pages created. And then, as time passes, we find out more details, or we have questions, and we’re forced with choices on what to do with the information. No good way to go, in terms of the personal consequences. People don’t like their parades rained on, and they really don’t appreciate it when they find out they’ve been duped or been offered an incomplete version. Maybe the support would have still remained had full disclosure been offered but once that moment has past and one’s put forward that incomplete version, the self-justifying begins.
It’s disappointing to discover when someone does that, lets people get worked up over an issue when there are key details left out. And nope, I’m not saying what the latest episode of it is as it’s just a continuation of an old one, and if you know the details, you already know what I’m talking about. And if you don’t you can probably think of a situation that fits this, and you’ll nod in agreement, anyway. And if it’s not one of those, you’ll probably think I’m writing about you cuz you don’t like me anyway.
Another thing that’s troubling and happens more frequently than I’d like is when people who ought to know better, who are trained to be evidence-based, either buy into the woo or realize they can market themselves to those who do. It’s a Ferengi trait, the desire for profit and more markets.