Before I begin foaming at the mouth I must make it clear that for the first thirty years of my time on this tiny dot in the firmament (which by the way can be glimpsed in perspective in this amazing photo: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-23419543 ) I was a committed royalist, very traditional in my views and conservative in my politics. Now, however, I have mellowed, opened my eyes and begun to look around with rather more clarity and without blinkers. I may not be completely right, but I think that these days I have more of a chance of making sense than I used to... Does that make sense?
Subject: Royal baby. Comment: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
I suppose I'd better elaborate.
Babies - I've had two of them. I loved them from their first moments, of course. It was instinctive, total and utterly unstoppable. I still love my children the same way (they're now both mid-teens). I'm sure (well, I hope, because it's not the same for everyone) that the worlds current most famous parents are feeling the way I felt all those years ago. I would wish that feeling of complete love upon anyone, including my worst enemy (whomever that might be - there are a few candidates). And that's where my feelings on the matter stop being positive. I don't wish anything negative upon them or their first child of course, and I don't hold them responsible for the media glare that is now cranked up to the maximum. I hold the media - and the strange sycophantic, simpering, adoring public - to blame for this phenomenon.
I don't know if I'm in the minority with my views, because everything - EVERYTHING - is being drowned out by this so - called news. Already I've been labelled as 'grumpy' because I am not sharing in the hysterical clamour to see, read, hear everything possible about the newest member of the British royal family. I'm not grumpy - well perhaps just a little about the fact that all other news is being utterly dominated by the subject - but I am most assuredly bemused.
I don't really understand how, in an age when our world lies almost literally at our fingertips in the form of the internet, when we learn about all the hardships and worse that people endure in less fortunate circumstances than our own, an enormous number of otherwise sane people can become utterly enthralled by the birth of a child into incredible privelege, wealth and pampering. I simply don't get what is so 'wonderful' about it - aside from the amazing experience of birth for the parents of course. The fact that as a species we are now taking photographs of our own planet from a billion miles away is surely a significant moment, but apparently the latest in a line of large-nosed staggeringly rich people is a much brighter star for everyone to take notice of. To me, it makes almost no sense - it's irrational. It's not as if monarchy is even important any more.
I find myself wondering why people get so caught up in this nonsense - why they need to hear EVERY detail, talk about even the most inconsequential elements of the whole event - why they feel driven to buy souvenirs of something they have zero participation with. I have been told that I 'should' feel happy - even delighted - for them. That's not my 'should'; it's someone else's, and that makes me wonder just how much of this bizarre clamour is a group hysteria driven by peer and media pressure; by a perception that we all 'should' react in a certain way. Such drives exists and survive only when people fail to ask themselves the 'why' behind their behaviour - and clearly there is not a lot of that going on. The idea that the birth of a baby whose life will have no impact upon my own 'should' be a cause for my celebration is, frankly, irrational - yet this movement exists and prospers in the media and the public.
Here's a great exercise to try, in relation to absolutely any behaviour of your own that you become aware of:
Behaviour (example): "I am very emotional about the birth of the royal baby!"
Question: What need in me does that fulfill?
For this to work properly and positively, two things are absolutely necessary; blunt honesty with ourselves and persistence - the exercise only finishes when, having asked the 'What need...?' question about every response (so basically keep asking that question about each answer you find), you achieve a one word answer. This is typically the truth, and often a piece of learning about ourselves.
I have a feeling that the people who become obsessive about things like the royal family have an unrealized need for positive things in their lives - and almost anything will do. I don't judge them for that, but I wish we didn't all have to suffer for their addiction. Enough already.