“Let you alone! That’s all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?” (Fahrenheit 451, p52)
In a world where #FirstWorldProblems can become a trend on twitter, we can easily find ourselves within self-protecting and perpetuating bubble. Space has become something we call “personal,” not wanting anyone to enter or interfere with it. Eye contact is a challenge and the small town midwest ideal of smiling and waving at strangers marks you as one from another planet.
“Let me alone” has become our mantra.
Only Bradbury is right:
“We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while.”
We need to see the world as bigger than the back of our eyelids. Your smartphone running out of power is not a real problem. Too many tv channels to decide what to watch is not a real problem. Spilling something on your overpriced and overtly name brand outfit is not a real problem.
“How long is it since you were really bothered?
About something important, about something real?”
My honest answer? Far too long.