Wow, it’s going around. Some people have a severe case of Stars on Thars.
(I’m not sure where these stars reside, exactly, but I have a really good idea.)
Stars on Thars means “I am righteously entitled,” and “I therefore want my own way.” Add these together and…yow.
Because somehow, if you have this condition of SoT, and you don’t get what you want–what you’re entitled to–then it’s okay to…
Behave like a three-year-old.
It’s okay to shout at people. It’s okay to spit at them. They should know better than to disagree with you, right?
It’s also totally okay to threaten, vandalize, destroy, lie to get your way–and oh, hey. Effigies are especially cool.
And if, perhaps, a majority of those around you feel differently about an issue than you do–you know, that thing called democracy?–and therefore you really don’t get your way?
Shout louder. Spit farther. Be totally sure to throw bricks and call names.
Because, you know, frightening and offending people is the most effective strategy to convince them that your way is the best way.
(Or no. Wait. Maybe it’s just called “throwing a tantrum.”)
The problem is…if anyone of us is entitled to Stars, then we’re all entitled.
And that means that we all get to shout and spit and threaten and frighten (oy vey)–or none of us do, and we’d better sit down and learn how to deal with things like adults.
In the meantime, Dear Entitled: the hard truth is that an individual can do all the right things, make all the smart and responsible decisions, and still fall victim–still lose their Stars. Maybe to someone else’s failure. Maybe to chance. Maybe because the system isn’t quite as fair as you’d like to think.
It’s too bad there are people–those who are so very sure of their personal Stars–who won’t ever understand that. Not until they experience it. Maybe then they’ll be willing to trade those Stars for a dab of civil humanity.
I know which I’d rather have.
A Friday Piccie!
It could be total coincidence that I thought of this recent shot of a storm coming in over the Sandias.