The thing is that everyone has a thing.
So, here I was watching the new Star Trek movie
(Let's just admit two very good reasons to see the movie, right here)
We walk into the theater, and the first three rows are three rows full of middle-aging persons sitting there giddy with anticipation. They were so excited, they had matching t-shirts! I mean, this is like the Harry Potter of their generation. They gasped louder, laughed harder, and watched more intently then anyone. This was their childhood, this is what they grew up with. I laughed then, but now I admire their passion.
Things bring people together. You love something so much, you find someone that shares that same love with you, and you can't help but love it together. If you have a thing that you feel so strongly about, so passionate about, that thing becomes a part of you. And if someone has that thing as a part of them too, then really, you together are the same.
At least part of you. And that's something beautiful.
I'm not talking just about movies either. An author, a band, a hobby, a sport, these are things. This is what makes up people, what they do, what they think about, who they are. Things are an escape, a checkout from world, even if just temporarily.
They allow us to do what we want, think how we want, be who we want. Things help us express ourselves, to feel everything from purely ecstatic, to heart-wrenchingly torn, all at the same time, and to love it. To find your own beauty in the world.
In summary, to my high school art teacher who banned the word 'thing' from the classroom: Things are important. I love things. And my thing is things.
"I fall in love with people's passions. The way their eyes light up when they talk about the thing they love and the way they fill with light."
