What’s editing anyway? Part 2
A few years ago, I was hanging out with a group of six people, including me and my date. I barely knew anyone there apart from my date and was very uncomfortable being in my skin. When deciding what to order, I would wait for others to take a call and say yes to the majority. When we started to eat, I made the face of a child high on ice cream when the spices were killing my insides. Later when I got cozy with my date, I couldn’t say that I was finding the intimacy difficult because I wanted to relieve myself.
Like in most middle class drawing room discussions, the six of us talked about nothing in particular or in depth but everything under the sun, especially the things in which our stakes were low or minimal, e.g. reservation. This group was modestly privileged and all were mainly upper caste. Of course, this is not to say none of us had our struggles.
One of them, a tall and lean guy, who was considered brave for quitting a corporate job to follow his passion said something about depression that I did not want to ignore but chose to stay mum. I was the one who had insisted on going there and the night was for me.
I don’t recall verbatim but he said something on the lines that only rich people get depression. I can agree to the idea that obesity, when caused by poor lifestyle choices is likely to happen in median or upper income countries or households. However, in many cases, obesity is caused by factors that are genetic and/or environmental.
Besides, the choice to not eat and exercise well can emanate from a feeling of low self worth. Of course, there are diseases that severely affect one part of the population more but I wanted to remind him that depression is caused by many factors, not one. If depression afflicted only the rich, how come the poor are not happier? I knew what I wanted to say, that feelings, including low self worth are not copyrighted by anyone or any group. Not saying it felt awful.
It has been a few years since that day and today I can imagine myself comfortable and even desirable in that group. The girl who would stay put in her room when guests came over now chooses to stay in touch and make the effort to meet people, even if acquaintances.
Over the years, those people did not change.
Apart from external events that were the turning points in my life, therapy helped, immensely. I added it with loads of self work, practicing objectivity, writing, meditating and reading. I know that if it wasn’t for therapy and of course, the date who is today my fiance, I would not be as comfortable in my skin as I am today.
Like me, if you have ever benefited from therapy, it’s unlikely you will ask, ‘What’s therapy, anyway?’ Instead, you may want to share an honest assessment so that someone who needs it benefits from it.
If you ever find yourself asking, ‘What is it anyway?’, it is likely you are not concerned about it, at least not yet and that is OK. It is the concern which differentiates the one who wonders what’s the big deal about it from the one who does it everyday. For instance, it is likely you know a teacher, a friend or a stranger even, who was kind towards you, did not judge you and helped you reach your best even when you did not feel your best. They were concerned.
And, what’s an editor anyway but a concerned professional trying to help you speak your mind?
All of us have consumed stories that have been edited even if we don’t ever see the editing. The idea behind ‘What’s editing, anyway?’ is to bring awareness about editing, editors and its various applications.
Read part 1 here.