I’ve never been a fan of Kanye West. But each time I think my opinion of him is the lowest it can be, he manages to do something that drags him down even further in my eyes.
The arrogant SOB wouldn’t continue with a recent concert until all of his fans stood up. Two fans didn’t stand. He let one of them off the hook when she held up her prosthetic leg. But despite the crowd yelling and gesturing that the other fan was in a wheelchair, Kanye refused to continue until one of his people confirmed that the fan was in a wheelchair. But why should Kanye trust his fans? An appearance about Kanye is all about Kanye and feeding his voluminous ego.
I’m willing to bet that guy didn’t have a good time at that concert. And I wouldn’t be surprised if he cringes when he sees the high volume of press about the incident. He was going to the concert to have fun, not to be singled out. It’s times like that when an invisibility cloak would come in handy.
I know there are times when I’ve wished I had an invisibility cloak. When I trip and fall but don’t hurt myself, I would love to have one of those cloaks, so that the well-intentioned people that surround me to help could not see me. I wish that I could walk somewhere without people staring at my cane. I wish I could fade into the background. I wish I could just be part of the crowd.
Don’t get me wrong – there are times I absolutely love being singled out. When the department head complemented my work at a team meeting, I was very happy to be noticed. When my blood test results came back and my doctor had plenty of kind words, I was happy to be noticed. I like being noticed for things I do well, and I’m quite uncomfortable when I’m noticed for my limitations.
Why can’t I just be treated like everyone else?
