|Monday, July 10, 2000||
Volume 65, Issue 157
Guest Column: Gary Graham
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Everything is a matter of perspective. I'm not even talking about the old "glass half full/half empty" scenario, but perceptions in general.
Everything we come into contact with is colored by our own perceptions, whether what we see is through rose-colored glasses, or other colors. There's nothing wrong with looking at things differently, it's just the way things are.
For example, I've just recently been to Cape Cod, Mass., looking at things and experiencing what's out there. I cannot tell you how many times I've asked about going somewhere to see something and being told, "Oh, you don't want to go there. It's so far away. It'll take an hour to get there."
I get the strangest looks when I snort and start laughing because what they don't understand is that where I come from, an hour's drive is a trip to Galveston or from the Galleria to UH on a really bad day. It's all a matter of perception.
Perceptions are not just colored by where we come from or even personal likes and dislikes, they come from something deeper than the superficial: what's deep down inside of you and how you feel about some particular thing or person at the time.
Last week, I received a CD in the mail from a musician I used to date. My first thought when I got the envelope was "Oh, God." I was not excited to get this, even though I knew that for him it was a labor of love and a big accomplishment. I can't count the many hours I listened to him play, arranging each sound and tone. When I played the CD, there was no mistaking "his sound."
I remember when we were together I enjoyed listening to "his sound," but as I listened to it in my living room that day, it was all I could do to keep it on. It wasn't painful memories or anything like that -- it was an annoyance more than anything. It was like, "Why am I taking this time out of my day to listen to this thing I don't care anything about?"
I haven't made it past the third track yet, and quite frankly, I may never. But I really don't care.
It's not that the music is bad. It's not that it's too far to drive from Plymouth, Mass., to Boston in a day. It's not even the difference between what constitutes a cool day (as one where the temperature is below 90 degrees) when others are complaining about a scorching heat wave at 85.
It's about what we see when we look at the world through our own rose- or blue-colored glasses. So the next time a subject comes up for debate, whether it's the death penalty or the weather, check the color of your glasses before storming the gates.
Mitchell, a junior political science major,