A note on compassion
Today I feel like, Ellen Pompeo as her character Meredith Grey.
I don’t feel well. I haven’t really felt well for about a year. Which makes me wonder, is this what growing older feels like? If so, why didn’t anyone warn me? I really don’t feel well today. My stomach feels unpleasant and its kept me awake for two nights in a row. I’m also having other pains which make me think I need to go back to the doctor but I’m too annoyed with doctors to do so. This is just my badly tied in introduction…
Compassion yes. That’s what the title said. Okay, so I should say that I like Grey’s Anatomy and not just because its about sexy doctors who sleep around. In fact that’s the part that I don’t like all that much about it. I like it for the same reason I like books like His Dark Materials trilogy. Because growing up I felt like good was good and bad was bad, as I’m sure many comfortably do, considering it makes things much easier to handle.
Life is complex. People are complex. Politics are so difficult because people seriously believe different things, and not all of them understand that there are other beliefs that matter. My boyfriend believes that animals are the most precious things in the world and that anyone who cannot see that is a bad person. I see that while he believes that and might say that I have a heart of stone (he doesn’t mean it because he sees how much I care for his cat), he also believes in war and the death penalty, i think. While he has compassion for animals, i have compassion for people. I mentioned Grey’s Anatomy because the latest two episodes touch on this, as Meredith befriends and tries to really save a serial killer. In specific a serial killer who preyed upon compassionate women. And she does it knowingly, all the while knowing she would have been a target before he got caught, and knowing who he is.
That’s how I feel, and not everyone understands it. I feel sorry for everyone who ever committed a crime. I feel sorry for victims and for the causes. I find it very hard to hate human beings. In fact I can’t hate anyone, at least not anyone I’ve come across.
But I think the main difference between me and Josh, or me and my parents, is not our compassion but that I understand how they can feel differently. Or I can accept it. And they believe they are right. That’s it. They believe they are right, and I believe we both are. Is this crazy?
The writers of Grey’s Anatomy understand and that’s why I watch the show. And I know that sounds crazy as well. But I believe it.
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