Hello and a very merry Monday to you, you lovely reader! How was your weekend? I hope you got some decent rest.
A lot of my weekend was taken up with a film project for my theatre company, Empty Photo. We were filming a bunch of actor types doing monologues, and I must say they were all bloody marvellous. The cameraman was my friend Paul, who is an excellent photographer, keen fan of coffee and all-round digital genius.
On the second day of filming he got pretty irate, because some people elsewhere in the studio building were being incredibly noisy. I mean, elephants-having-a-tap-dancing-lesson kind of noisy, and it was affecting our recordings. This was a real shame, especially when the actors’ performances were so flipping good. C’est la shared studio space. I’m sure we’ll find a way to sort the sound out.
The reason I brought that up is because Paul got so cross that he expressed a desire to go upstairs and physically assault the unknown person or persons who were responsible for making such a racket. While I completely understood and shared his feelings, I realised that people tend to be a lot more vocal and expressive about their anger when it’s directed at strangers. Isn’t that odd?
We all get cross from time to time, and with people whom we might never meet: noisy neighbours, the person who pulled the emergency brake on your train and made you late for work, whoever it was that used up the loo roll in a public toilet. These are all people whom we mentally direct venom, anger and disbelief towards: “how could anyone DO such a thing?!” we think. Well, the awkward thing is that we’ve probably done some of those things ourselves, perhaps without even realising it. After all, you’re a wonderful human being, but you’re not perfect.
Let’s look at this from the other side: how upset would you be if a stranger came up to you in the street, pointed an accusing finger at you and yelled, “YOU! You’re the pratface who accidentally knocked my ankles with a pushchair in a shopping centre four months ago! How do you sleep at night??” You’d be mortified, wouldn’t you? First of all, you didn’t mean to spoil this person’s day, but also you’re a complex person who says, does and thinks all sorts of things. How can someone judge you for having made one mistake when there’s so much more to you?
That’s how I’m trying to think about the noisy people in the other studio yesterday. I will only ever see them (or hear them, I suppose) as pachyderms with a Billy Elliot complex, but I’m sure that they are many-layered people who have hopes, dreams, sandwich preferences and allergies.
Have the kind of Monday that should be in a movie montage.