There
is a tomato on my counter with a dark spot. I noticed it the day before
yesterday. The rest of the fruit is really good. There’s just this one thing…
It
doesn’t even appear to be that big, so I think I’m going to cut away the part I
don’t like and just enjoy the rest. Of course, I do understand that I may slice
into it and find that I have to keep cutting. The imperfection could, in fact,
go deeper than I thought. Or it might be completely rotten to the core, but
that’s rare with such a small peck as this. But, I am prepared to throw it out
if I have to. However, I’m not going to just throw it away without looking
inside. Without seeing if there is something worth salvaging. I mean it’s an
organic tomato, not a person for crying out loud!
People
on the other hand are either good or bad. There is no in between. If social
media, sound bites and Seinfeld have taught us nothing else, we can be assured
that if the whole package doesn’t reconcile with our expectations, out they go!
Who cares if they feed the homeless, bring in the neighbor’s garbage cans or run
into burning buildings to save quadruplets. If there’s something about them we deem
unworthy, we are perfectly justified in forwarding that photo of them in their
worst moment, whether or not we even know their names. Besides, that meme is just
too good to pass up. I mean, if they didn’t want it to happen, they should have
just been perfect in every way, all of the time, just like I…Anyway, I was
talking about a tomato.
The
tomato is my tomato. It’s not a picture of a tomato, or some
electronic representation of some far away fruit, it’s a real tomato sitting on
my counter. I’ve walked past it every day. I know this tomato. I chose this
tomato…before I saw the blemish. But that doesn’t mean it’s all bad.
People
however, jeesh! And it’s fun to watch them fall. Even perfectly acceptable to
give them a little push. With fanfare and choreography of their impending
demise. If it wasn’t, why would reality TV even exist? And all of the news
about reality TV? And then all of the gossip, that is sometimes pawned off as
news, about reality TV?
Or…when
they are our people…not necessarily
talk about them, but be perfectly willing to listen to every last scrap that
someone brings us about a flaw they have found. Thereby deeming everything else
about them unworthy.
And
it does, doesn’t it? Absolutely nullifies everything else. So what if they have
a cure for cancer? We don’t need it from them. They have that one thing,
remember? Maybe they could offer up directions? Screw it! We’ll stay lost. Save
the world from nuclear destruction? No thanks. We’d rather roast, because
remember that one little thing? There is absolutely nothing to be gained from
people who are not exactly like me or who don’t meet my expectations in every
single way. Because they’re my expectations
and it’s all about m…tomatoes! I was talking about tomatoes!
I
haven’t eaten my tomato because I haven’t been in the mood for tomatoes lately,
but it doesn’t mean that I won’t be ever again. Tomatoes aren’t my favorite,
but I don’t full out hate them. There are so many things that a tomato could
be. Or be a part of. I don’t have to have that tomato straight. I could put it
together with other things that enhance it.
And
the tomato takes effort to replace. If I just throw it out without doing my
best to enjoy the good parts, that would just be wasteful. And it may not be
the best tomato I ever ate, but unless it’s just horrible and decaying
throughout, which unfortunately, some tomatoes are, it will likely add at least
a little flavor as part of something else. I mean because a tomato isn’t ever
going to be my main course. My go to fruit. But I need them as an option. They
offer something that nothing else can.
And
if I throw it out, think of all of the nutrition I could be missing. Hidden
flavors. That earthiness. Even when I treat it like garbage, it goes into
compost and delivers nourishment into everything else. It still has a purpose.
People
though! Ugh! Even when we trash them. Ruin their reputations over that one
thing or one time…we really don’t get anything out of it. We come up just as
empty as before. We have gained nothing. So we move on, looking for our next
victim to hungrily devour. Memes and meanness and mindlessness, all just a
click away. And if you can’t think of a quirky quip, no worries. You don’t have
to think. You only have to judge. In or out. Dumb or smart. Good or bad. Saint
or sinner. Us or them.
Lucky
for that piece of produce it’s not a person! Because this tomato on my
counter has a dark spot. The rest of
the fruit is really good. There’s just this one thing…
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