The Show Must Go On

Now you guys have to leave. Get out of my house!

On every episode of Cribs the host always ushers out the camera crew with some type of forceful good-bye. If you are apart of the MTV-faithful (never quite got there) then you can generally guess how the ending line is going to go. Rappers are going to insert some sort of expletive while holding a $800 dollar of liquor, charming mid-age actors are going to wave good-bye with their wives (do you ever get the feeling they hate each other?) and surfers/laid back rockers ala Jack Johnson are going to give some sort of aloha that makes you want to stay forever. Its obvious that their good-byes are well thought out to go along with their Hollywood image. They are seizing the moment and putting their own special touch on a show that is all about them. Ok, its probably more about what's in their refrigerator but that makes us sound so stupid as a society.

Have you ever wondered how cool you would be if you showed the world your game room and where the magic happens? Notice I said how cool and not just cool, because who wonders how big of a loser they would be on national television? If you're like me then your good-bye would be rocking. I would probably be somewhere between the sexually provocative Justin Timberlake and the my genitels wear armour masculinity of Russell Crow. I would leave my house a little messy (not college messy but that was a great party with all of my very hot clean friends messy) and show off a little chest hair with the open button down (this is so fake). The midnight black Ferrari and restored Land Cruiser would seal the deal as me being the baddest man in the world.

Don't tell me that you have never played out your own Cribs episode in your head. We are all very selfish day-dreamers and by rule of thumb we're the main character in our imagination. Our story surrounds us and everyone within that story revolves around us. Do you remember the personal bubble of elementary school? The bubble where if someone got too close you went Rambo psycho killer and put your finger in their face for the next three hours proclaiming to the world I'm not touching you. Well as we get older the bubble extends to anyone within fifty feet of us and they automatically start to revolve around what we're doing and what's going on in our lives. The problem with this warped picture is that its not about us. This isn't our story. No one gives a flying flip abour what's in my refrigerator or about the sweet system in my Honda Accord (factory issue). Francis Chan proudly proclaims in his book CrazyLove, that it doesn't really what place you find yourself in right now. He is addressing the issue that we're not the lead actor/actress in this unfolding drama (or comedy, depends on how you look at life). We spend so much time worrying about ourselves and what's going on with our world we miss the picture book around us.

Maybe its time to live out a different story because no matter what the show must go on. He will continue to paint with us or without us.