Let them be
It’s none of my affair
Nothing to do with me
Go on about your business
People that live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones
Let sleeping dogs lie
Leave well enough alone
The world is a confusing place. It teems with life and abundance, and assaults our senses, our judgement, and our patience. Most of the time people do not need to be reminded to treat each other decently. It’s as if we know instinctively when a person needs their own space, their own time, or their own mind. We engage and withdraw by turns, and make our own sense of things incrementally. If our every word, thought, and deed is part of public life, then our mental and physical capacities cannot recharge.
Our new perpetually connected lives are unnatural, and therefore cause us anxiety.
But privacy is not the domain of the criminal. If I want privacy it doesn’t mean that there is something wrong with me. If I give you privacy, it doesn’t mean I’m not interested in you. It requires equal parts of comparison and compassion, and is in fact the basis for the “golden” rule. Treat others as you would wish to be treated? Sounds like the very definition of privacy to me.
It is all about managing the bubble around us. There is a natural tension between the mental space we create every day and the demands that we attend do. We don’t like ads, salesmen, interruptions, pushy people, or loud noises for the same reason: they intrude on our privacy.
“If you read someone else’s diary, you get what you deserve.”
― David Sedaris
“All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.”
― Gabriel García Márquez