A few mornings ago the radio was in full blast as I was driving into work. Breakfast radio show was on, and of course we heard more of the DJs talking than actual music. That morning topic was Nostalgia Street. It's an actual street name and listeners were asked to share their experiences (if any) about that street. It wasn't too interesting until this girl called up. Her boyfriend lived on Nostalgia Street in some part of Jakarta. Last night they had a fight and because she was upset, she brought up his past sins and infuriated the boyfriend. They broke up that moment. Half sobbing she said that she drove to her boyfriend's house the night before, waited there for a few hours trying to gather the nerve to come in and apologize. In the end, she didn't. She didn't dare to...
She also said that it was her boyfriend's habit to listen to the breakfast radio show and she was hoping that he could hear her plea. The DJs tried to call the boyfriend to get his side of the story but his phone was switched off. Nothing happened until the end of the show. Nobody knew what happened to the couple.
Today the borderline between the private and the public is becoming unclear. Is it because we celebrate our celebrities that we aspire to live our life like them? The celebrities need the public eye to contribute to their fame; and the commoners crave for the eyes to the rest of the world. Whatever happened to shyness? Low profile? In keeping the personal private?
15 years ago
2 comments:
pa kabar bo'..?
denger-denger ada gossip baru yang bisa di gossipin negh..hehhe...gak nyambung emang 'ama posting-an loe ..tapi bodo' amat....hehehhe....
It's strange that people seem more able to open up to perfect strangers than they can to their own loved ones. This girl couldn't muster the courage to go in and face the man she hurt, but found it easier to go through the public arena to make her apology.
I think it's not she wanted to have celebrity or the public's eye on herself, but maybe that she didn't want to look the actual person in the eye. And I doubt that she is alone.
Which in itself is isolating us in a way.
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