about me, about you

Hesitantly, I stood in the epicenter of it all, the spot looked so staged yet so relevant. Why? Were there any intentions behind it other than to provoke thought, or perhaps even anger? What I did felt dumb and obvious. Of course that's what you do in that scenario. What else is there to do? Stand, sit, kneel, pray, pray, pray that things will turn out for the best, even if the process there is painful. As I was there, though, I felt the weight leave -- the weight of all the stress and worry that had built up over such an insignificant thing. It's only significant if you make it significant, after all. 

I know that your nerves act up, but what if they didn't? Do they? It seems preposterous, a huge leap of logic. Do these things really happen? To regular people? To the small ones minding their business, doing nothing much on a day to day basis? Does this deify you? Is it about you? Sometimes I think it can't possibly be about me, but about the interactions themselves. I don't think the point is ourselves or any individuals. If that is the truth, then why do we worship? Not just the divine, but we worship people. The small ones, too. It is because it's easier to conceptualize the deification of humans or humanoids rather than an abstraction of human interaction and communication? 

Regardless, I don't think it's about either of us. I know how easily I can tell myself it isn't about me. I don't think I could ever say it isn't about you, though. Who am I to decide.