I went to a Miley Cyrus concert.
This is normally something that I would file under “Nobody Cares,” and then move right along with the next topic. Ironically, the next topic would be the Dalai Lama, who I saw in the same week. Except, a few little things happened to make me reconsider.
When I mentioned to a friend I was going, her reply: “That’s great – oh wait – that’s horrible.”
Other reactions: “I’d be embarrassed.”
Then you feel that slight twinge – the need to justify yourself or whatever it is that you’re doing. It’s an instinctive reaction in the face of criticism, or in this case, the shaming. I’ve gotten to the point when I recognize the twinge for what it is, a reaction, and ignore it.
It’s interesting the things that will set people off. Not only would they never go to that concert, but you shouldn’t go either. Or if you go – you shouldn’t tell people about it. You should treat this like an STD. It should be a secret.
With these pleasant thoughts in mind, I decided to go ahead and write this post, something that I otherwise would consider not that interesting. If this is not obvious, then I’ll go ahead and say this now: this is not a blog about me and about my life, it’s about ideas, observations, beauty, simplicity, a slight infatuation with interior design (I’ll admit to that), and topics that will ideally make life a bit more enjoyable. That’s right – I went from talking about a Miley Cyrus concert to talking about making life better. Here’s how I went from one to the other:
Sometimes, when you find someone interesting, there is a quality that person possesses that you admire. What I like about Miley is that she doesn’t care about the people that hate her (and there are a lot of those out there), she focuses her energy on the people that care about her, her fans. That’s a good policy. There really is nothing worse than bending over backwards to try to please everyone.
Now if, say, you do happen upon her in concert, share! Miley knows how to show you a good time.