Paparazzi

Being chased down by paparazzi when you are a nobody spending time with a somebody can be quite interesting. Today I went to Pinkberry with Mike, Clare and Paul. The paparazzi were chasing, but my wonderful friends didn't let it get to them. They handled it with dignity and grace. I on the other hand felt quite razzled by the whole experience. I can understand how relationships are hurt by the peering eye of a camera lens. People can't be exactly who they really are-when you have 20 camera men (women) watching you chew your leeches and green tea. Imagine spilling rasberry all over your shirt and not being able to even go home privately to change without a chase. The culture we live today is one where alot of us watch the lives of others unfold before us, rather than living our own lives. I strive to live out loud. I have spent plenty of my own time gazing upon the lives of those that I don't even know, and I much prefer living, than watching. Is this something human beings have done all along? Put those we choose up on the stand to judge, or stone, or photograph? I still judge people by the actions they take. The love they give, and truth they share with others to make this world an amazing place to live.