Michael Griffin Harrie has earned his spot in the Andy Warhol hall of shame. Rising from obscurity to media hype/ Internet stardom in a very short time. It seems to me that our modern world not only provides us with a multitude of ways to stay in contact with people, it expects us to maintain a constant vigil at our computers and cell phones.
The aforementioned Mr Harrie, who was never really missing, never even realized how much of an uproar he inadvertently created when he exercised the right of any adult human being and decided to unlock his front door and venture out into the world. A facebook group =Help Find Micheal Harrie= was created and garnered thousands of members. That is in fact how I happened to hear of this in the first place.
This was all very touching. All these people sent prayers of a safe return home and well wishing to a person they had never known and never will know. Yet there was something that kept tickling the back of my mind like a street fighter rabbit punching his adversary. I thought to myself:
'The guy was just out in the world and enjoying himself so much that he lost track of time.'
What if the guy just wanted a little solitude or adventure without having to inform someone or ask for their approval? (yes, I do realize that in this [Micheal's] particular circumstance that there were extenuating factors.)
Why did we believe someone was missing in the first place? And why do we so very quickly assume the worst?
We worry about how far the government or industry can invade our private lives, but with very little coercion we readily offer up so much of ourselves on a variety of sites on the web. If we are so concerned with our privacy why do we allow complete strangers into our "homes".
I think that maybe it's OK to not apologise for not calling, mailing, texting, tweeting, posting, commenting, answering the phone or my front door.
Life might just be a little less stressful if we were all just a bit more dis-connected. Not having to 'check-in' all the time was my first memory becoming independant.
I have a cell phone which I often conveniently forget at home or in my car just because I dislike the fact that someone can reach me at anytime. It feels like a leash, so I do what I can to keep it from pulling to tightly.
Ironic that I now use Skype at home and for work....
We don't need Big Brother. Were doing it to ourselves.