Green Room - Week 10 - Day 7
Jan. 19th, 2012 12:43 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
You are sitting in a restaurant, having a nice meal. Hopefully, some good conversation as well.
There is a crashing noise and everyone in the place turns to see the server who dropped something that shattered against the floor, and your concentration.
You heard something, you look up to see what's going on. Maybe you watch for a bit, trying to figure out what happened. Heck, maybe you saw the whole thing go down.
Or maybe you go back to your meal, and to your conversation, once you realize that it wasn't anything major.
Or you slow down to see just how bad the accident was, saying to yourself maybe it was someone you know. . . or you let yourself to by it, wishing them the best and hoping that the professionals on the scene are able to help them.
Maybe someone yells "Fire" in a crowded chat room. You look around, trying to find it, before realizing "Oh yeah, I'm on the internet!"
Because that gets your attention right away. Something with noise and a dramatic flair to it. The red sports car of every day life.
You look at them, you take them in. Why? I don't know. Maybe it makes folks feel better about their own lot. Maybe it makes them feel alive, or real, or whatever the latest thing to feel is these days!
But while you are doing that, there's a good meal on the table in front of you, and plenty of other servers who aren't dropping things.
There are people ahead of you driving just fine, and so are the ones behind you - although they really wish you wouldn't gawk, they have places to go after all.
There are 99 other things that have been said in that chatroom, and some of them were quite complimentary.
So, with the deadline to poll to close happening this evening http://therealljidol.livejournal.com/517954.html who is pulling out the stops, but not (yet) hearing the roar of the crowd?
There is a crashing noise and everyone in the place turns to see the server who dropped something that shattered against the floor, and your concentration.
You heard something, you look up to see what's going on. Maybe you watch for a bit, trying to figure out what happened. Heck, maybe you saw the whole thing go down.
Or maybe you go back to your meal, and to your conversation, once you realize that it wasn't anything major.
Or you slow down to see just how bad the accident was, saying to yourself maybe it was someone you know. . . or you let yourself to by it, wishing them the best and hoping that the professionals on the scene are able to help them.
Maybe someone yells "Fire" in a crowded chat room. You look around, trying to find it, before realizing "Oh yeah, I'm on the internet!"
Because that gets your attention right away. Something with noise and a dramatic flair to it. The red sports car of every day life.
You look at them, you take them in. Why? I don't know. Maybe it makes folks feel better about their own lot. Maybe it makes them feel alive, or real, or whatever the latest thing to feel is these days!
But while you are doing that, there's a good meal on the table in front of you, and plenty of other servers who aren't dropping things.
There are people ahead of you driving just fine, and so are the ones behind you - although they really wish you wouldn't gawk, they have places to go after all.
There are 99 other things that have been said in that chatroom, and some of them were quite complimentary.
So, with the deadline to poll to close happening this evening http://therealljidol.livejournal.com/517954.html who is pulling out the stops, but not (yet) hearing the roar of the crowd?