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Me VS The Media
Me vs Myself If I Had Been Born In The 90s
A Dialogue
If I were born pre iPhone era, I would imagine a conversation with my current self would go something like this;
Hey man, we're going out to dinner, you wanna come with?
Definitely, let me change my clothes and do my hair, always gotta be prepared for a pic for instagram.
What are you talking about? What you're wearing is fine, we're just going out in town it's nothing fancy. Why are you always caring about your appearance and wanting to fill in other people about what you're doing all the time?
Dude, I have to keep up a social image so people know I'm out doing things, you wouldn't get it, you're an old head.
You sound like an idiot right now, you really think people want to know that you went to a diner with your family for dinner? No one gives a shit, I mean really think about it, Mike, would you care to see that from someone else?
Well... I guess I kind of get what you're saying but I feel as though I have to stay relevant on social media to be popular. It feels good to get likes and comments from friends.
What approval do you need from people online? If they were so important to you, you'd be spending time with them and going out to dinners with them. You need to understand that likes on a post are irrelevant and mean little to nothing. It's the people around you who care about you that are important, now will you get in the damn car so we can go eat?
Yeah, I guess you're right, it's just tough growing up in a generation where social media is so important. Especially though high school and college, I kind of forgot what really matters. Let's go.
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That's Life, and Sometimes it Sucks
When I think of my best friend Pete’s father, I think of Frank Sinatra, and the song, “That’s Life.” I’ll never forget getting the call from Pete that his father was dying. I was at his house no more than 5 minutes after he called me, and when I arrived the scene was bleak. I’ll never forget when Pete opened the door to let me in. He looked ghostly pale and his face was blank. It sent a chill down my spine. In a way he seemed relieved.
His father had been battling cancer for more than 10 years and never complained about it once. He only told everyone about 2 years before his passing, when it began to get bad. Mr Guasti was such a strong man, he worked 50+ hour weeks, came to our sporting events, and never missed a Sunday dinner. Even on his deathbed, he worked for IBM, helping his coworkers begin to adjust to what work life would be like after his passing. A man who had been beaten down, and out of luck, remained so strong, positive, and caring. About 2 weeks before his passing I visited him, and he forced a big smile on his face. Through all the pain and medications, he still managed a smile and asked about how I was.
Frank Sinatra was his favorite artist, and he was played throughout the house near the end of his life. When Frank Sinatra sings the chorus he says, "each time I find myself flat on my face, I pick myself up and get back in the race" followed by “That’s Life” and it still ticks with me. Mr Guasti is such an inspiration to me, and by hearing Sinatra it reminds me of the strength and love that Mr Guasti always showed.
Being at his passing was a gift for me. Being able to be a part of the group of 25 close friends and a few family members all packed together in their living room, I was honored and blessed to be surrounded by such people. And the fact that they were there for Mr Guasti speaks volumes about him as a person. This room where I have watched so many movies, laughed so many times, I’ve cried there, and I lost there. And Sinatra will always be a reminder of his life, and all of the great memories.
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