While watching the Oscars on Sunday, I was struck by the obvious passion of and ridicule engendered by actors and those in the film industry. They dream all their lives of winning an Oscar and when the moment comes, many get blubbery, fumble with their speeches, take too much time and then get cut off by the music.
It is passion that most ‘normal’ folks try to find in one area or another. It’s not always at work; it more often lies in other pursuits – following a sports team, scrapbooking, watching movies or hunting.
I’m all for making fun of people who take themselves or their pursuits too seriously, be it in sports (OMG, I’m soo depressed that [insert team name] lost!), fashion (you don’t know what the color Cyan looks like?!), movies (You liked Matrix Revolutions?! Ugh!) or most anything else. There’s passion and then there’s self-involvement. I’m as guilty of it when it comes to Pitt or the Steelers as anybody. And for the record, I do know what Cyan looks like.
But as risable as Sally Field’s “You like me. You really like me!” speech was, I still envy those whose passion leads them to dream up 10-feet tall blue aliens or the start the next Google.