Sheltered

We are sheltered creatures, all of us, though we rarely like to admit it. On those occasions that we hear of dreadful or even just unexplainable things, we know that they are much more frequent than we hear of. But we ignore this, and Monday morning we still manage to feel hard done because we have to get up and go to work. We feel bored within our usual surroundings, yet we choose never to explore them. Even those of us who have experienced tragedy or great injustice first hand can be sheltered, regularly not recognising just how common these circumstances are. We may hear the statistics and acknowledge how many of our peers, friends colleges, classmates, the people that surround us constantly are statistically in the same boat. But we don’t see it in them, we just see them as “they always were, not perfect but better than my life they don’t have MY problems.” We can sometimes even imagine “what would they do if they did have my problems” without even realising that they may have the same ones, or ones just as consuming. Although for those who seem even more sheltered, those that couldn’t even imagine ‘real’ problems, “what do their problems feel like to them?” what would it feel like to really feel that ones life had been ruined because of a test mark well above average that was ‘too low’, in a test that can be sat again. Such stress in everyday situations how would we face the world, if we could not even be seen in a shopping mall until our eyebrows were perfectly thin, and even. Would such importance on such trivial things take our mind off our real problems, or just make it harder to deal with each and every little thing that comes across our path? Could any of us, those with real intense issues and those of us that get wound up over nothing (and the real rarities who chill in all situations) ever properly understand each other?