Sometimes I find myself thinking of what other people are doing at that same very moment. While I’m writing this, my future husband could be lighting a cigarette, or taking a dump. Across the hall my mother could be having a sex dream, or Meryl Streep could be boiling an egg.
What sets me off in this weird state of mind is usually someone saying “Back in the early ‘90s I used to drum in a band.” Statements like that, they offer a time period of heavy memories. I was born in ‘93, so this guy could have played his very first drum solo on a stage in a bar in front of his girlfriend and his secret gay boyfriend and it might have been really important for him because he dedicated that solo to his significant other, but no one but him knew exactly who it was for. That super important moment could have been going down while I was popping out into this world.
I like to think that when I have important moments, like birth, sometimes others share it with me. Someone proposing, someone saying no and saving themselves from a horrid marriage, someone reading an email congratulating them on being chosen as a some sort of contest winner.
But maybe some moments are more specific to a person and are only special for one person at a time. Like when I was waitressing on christmas eve and the head of the table held out his hand to shake and I felt a thick fold of money in his palm. That was a pretty good moment. Not the actual reveal of the tip, but just the exchange. The first time the corner of the folded money actually hit my skin. I like to think that perhaps in moments like that, I’m the only one feeling appreciated, bliss, etc. And that goes the other way around too. When I’m having a less than ideal moment, like walking out to my car after a rain storm and finding 4 feet of my scarf locked in my door, wet on cold cement, someone out there is having a special moment. Like realizing they had just enough milk for their bowl of cereal in the morning in spite of doubting it with their entire being.
What if the world does work like that, and there are only a few good moments that the universe can handle at one time so most of the time we have decent or mediocre moments because there’s so many people on the planet and only a few can be extremely happy at once. I mean, what’s a moment anyway? Less than a second probably. So, don’t worry, it’ll be your turn again in no time.