Here’s
the sequence of my internal conversation the first night:
“I’ll bet they’re
sisters and they have a father or mother on stage.”
“Do they think they
are at home watching a movie?”
“Maybe if I kick the
back of their chairs as I cross my leg they’ll stop.”
“I should loudly
whisper to my friend, ‘Can you believe how rude some people are?’”
“I should just lean
forward and ask them to be quiet.”
“They’re not really
being noisy, just rude.”
“Calm down. They seem
to really be enjoying the concert and it’s good they are here supporting
whomever.”
“Relax and enjoy the
show.”
The other night it was
a similar sequence, although that couple’s behavior was much more distracting
and I had a harder time relaxing and concentrating on the performance. There
were eight year olds in our row who were more polite than those two
fifty-somethings. I felt most sorry for the people sitting next to the lovebirds
for their seats bounced right along with his and their arms got bumped as she
fidgeted to move closer to him.
There were many years
when I would have actually done most of those things that went through my mind.
That was until I came to realize that I live by a double standard. Why is it ok
when I wave my finger to co-conduct during a favorite piece but not ok for someone
else, or for me or my companion to make a private comment but others can’t
talk?
Sure, there are times
when the distractions are beyond acceptable and need to be addressed, but norms,
things like theater and concert etiquette are changing. I recently enjoyed a
movie where we each had a comfortable recliner, a moveable tray, and could
order food with the flick of a switch. I’m not keeping pace with these changes and
I don’t know what to do about it. Pease let me know if you’ve got it figured
out.
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