The Big Lasagna of Life

Last night we watched one of my favorite shows – Dog The Bounty Hunter. I don’t know why I get such a kick out of it but I just do. These people fascinate me – not just “The Dog” and his family but also the ones they are chasing. People in general fascinate me, anyway. But these people on DTBH, they just seem to operate on a completely different plane. Their world – and the world of the people they are after - is not our world. It’s not my world, anyway.

I think I was in my early 20s when I realized that there are layers of lifestyles and life choices and life philosophies out there. Like a giant lasagna, these layers are all sort of separate but connected planes – parallel universes where the inhabitants carry out the day to day minutiae of their little lives. While some layers of the lasagna touch each other, even blend a little, others can remain wholly intact: unadulterated and somewhat unaffected. For example, if you are on the cheese layer, separated by noodle, you might not ever have anything to do with the bottom meat layer – unless an external force – such as a spoon – intervenes.

I suppose it has to do with the comfort zone and familiarity. You go with what you know. If you’re a noodle, and you like it, why should you look around? Why make things harder? Why rock the lasagna? I don’t have any answers at all. I just find it remarkable. Meanwhile, it makes for some riveting television.