I was walking by a restaurant this evening, looked in the
window, saw Manti Te’o running in the NFL combine, and got to feeling bad. I
feel bad for Manti Te’o.
I feel like I’ve been conditioned to desire intimacy with
another human being more than anything else. The majority of happy endings that
I’ve been told have involved two people falling in love and living happily ever
after. I don’t think that storybook romances exist, yet I chase them anyway.
And I don’t think that I’m alone in that.
Where do we search for things? The Internet, right? So why
wouldn’t we search for romance there as well. Many people flock to online
dating sites; I’ve joined those ranks, myself. And an online, one can
experience a false sense of control: maintaining anonymity and deciding when to
break it. That “control,” coupled with the desire for intimacy, can make it
easy for one to become vulnerable with another on the Internet. And that
vulnerability makes the Internet an easy “place” for one to be taken advantage
of.
There are those who would wonder why Manti Te’o needed the
Internet because, as a high profile athlete, he could have had his pick of gals.
But maybe that’s a problem. I know next to nothing about romance, but I imagine
that being high-profile makes it even more difficult to find genuine intimacy. You
would begin relationships with strangers who already know about you, and might
desire to be with you for motivations other than genuine connction.
I think that Te’o was wrong for lying, but he was also a
victim. I feel bad that he has become the face of something so embarrassing. I’ve
heard so many people wonder how he could have possibly fallen into that mess,
but I don’t. It could have happened to anyone. I know that it could have happened
to me.