Relatives? Nah! Read the title properly, willya? Relativities, it says. Einstein and all that? You must be new to this blog if you really think that I have the brains to talk of the theory of relativity.
Though, come to think of it, the theory of relativity could well be a breeze compared to what I am about to rant against. I mean, this Einstein chappie, he sort of had mathematical formulae to determine how relative time was or distance was or whatever…the speed of light comes into it somewhere, I know, but mathematical formulae and I…we sort of do not get along. Anyway, if there is a formula, someone can reliably predict this type of relativity. I daresay even Einstein gave up on being able to predict this thing. (He probably said so in so many words, if I remember right. He did say something like “There are only two infinite things – the universe and human stupidity. And I am not sure about the universe”)
So, there it is…I am perpetually bamboozled with the relativities of human nature. Renders me unfit company for man or beast, I know. I ought to know, considering the speed with which people drop me. Hot potatoes cannot beat my record in the speed of getting dropped.
Anyway, it started off with ‘Drop in any time’, which people who have been masochists enough to frequent this blog will remember. Sometimes it means ‘Ideally when we are not at home’; sometimes it means ‘No guarantee about us welcoming you in, though’; sometimes it means ‘You may even be welcome if we are really bored and cannot think of anything better to do’; sometimes it may even really mean that you can drop in any time and find a welcome. The thing is when is it which. I bet Einstein will confess himself defeated if he had to find a formula for it. The meaning certainly is relative but is it predictable? I think not.
Sort of floating on the fringes of any discussion is an education in relativity of the human sort, really. I mean the way people react to the same action is also…err…relative. Though, in this case, it does have something to do with their relations with the guy who does it or the guy who is the victim of the deed or both. If you like the doer but would not normally like the deed, you go “Yeah, that was bad but what could the poor chap do. The other guy forced him to extremes.” If you like the victim of the deed, “No matter the provocation this is just not done.” If you do not like either chap, “Of course this chap is just the sort to do such heinous things but the other chap deserved it.” If you like both and you are a conciliator type you try to convince each guy about the validity of the other guy’s actions and reactions and earn both their enmity. If you are not into conciliation, you just think they will sort it out themselves and studiously avoid the topic. With so many variations, it is rather tough to puzzle out which of the relativities obtain in a given case. (Esp in social media. You see what you think is an obnoxious comment, jump in with spiked boots expecting to earn brownie points and end up stomped on yourself by the very people you try to impress. How are you to know that the commenter is a dear friend of your target audience and, therefore, what seems obnoxious to you at first sight is not really obnoxious after all? These human relativities, I tell you!)
Despite all this, I still retained a child-like faith in the idea that there was something called the real truth. I mean, the WAY people see a thing may differ but there IS such a thing as how it really happened…or should be, no? I mean, a comment may seem racist, say, to one recipient; seem like something just in bad taste to another; seem like an innocent comment to a third. All of these are true only to the extent of the IMPACT the comment made on the respective recipients. The truth about the comment is the INTENT of the person who made it, right? Whether it is racist, in bad taste or innocent or whatever? Whether the truth can be ascertained or not may be moot. But there IS a truth there…or so I thought.
But, apparently, there is no such thing called the REAL truth. Anyone who is not directly emotionally involved on any side of the discussion and attempts to seek the real truth is merely a fence-sitter who’d have whitewashed the Nazis. Someone who is just unwilling to pillory possibly innocent people and is all for safeguarding possible victims – No such being can exist!
So, now, apparently there is ‘my truth’ or ‘your truth’ but nothing called the real truth. AND we have also canceled lies…err…absolute lies, I mean. They just do not exist. What it means, of course, is that ‘your truth’ is ‘my lies’ and ‘my truth’ is ‘your lies’.