Of Fame, Privacy and The Complexity of Human Relationships…

“…People have complex relationships, such as the Blacks and the Browns have in “Mrs. Black?,” and they work out their dilemmas in their homes every single day without people knowing about it.

Angelia Menchan, author of “Ramblings,” “Schae’s Story,” “Is No Not Clear Enough for You?, as well as publisher and author of Women’s Writes.

The desire for achieving 12 minutes of fame runs strongly in current American culture.

We do not always value privacy.

And yet those whose careers and professions demand they step upon the domestic and world stage often crave the time when every movement and sigh they made did not create a stir a Congressional stir.

The twist lies in knowing that their careers rest upon the regular parade of paparazzi straining to shoot pictures under which stories of truth, half-truths and lies of omission run.

Maintaining the stability of their work stands upon the crafting of fictional truths in wherein the complacent can and often lose their identities, and themselves.

The life of Heath Ledger cut inordinately short evidences this sad fact that has and continues to affect so many.

Those who like Tiger Woods fail to maintain a balance, display what happens when we come to believe the fiction of media articles crafted in the vein of promotion, from which they and theirs also benefit.

Ahhh, the drama of our lives.

Angelia’s closing words in this wise quip address the truth many fail to realize and avoid. “People have complex relationships…”

Humans have labored for decades to understand the varied aspects of human interactions. Always the facets present too numerable to count or list, much less completely investigate.

And so we turn to stories.

No story exists whose drama a plot an author has not previously visited–either on paper on in their head.

And yet we can never understand or undertake to analyze ad finitum the depth of what it means not only to be human and alive, but to know and engage with another.

We can never completely know ourselves.

This is both wonderful and tragic, perhaps the place where both heaven and earth merge, where the human nature encounters its own divinity and sets for the ultimate mystery of life and living.

Beset with our limitations among the intricacies of human living we do–if lucky and blessed not to have been cursed with celebrity status–as Angelia suggests– “…. work out [our] dilemmas … people knowing about it. …”