We have transferred our emotions and daily trauma to imaginary personalities and larger than life personalities. We laugh and cry with them, feel anger and pain with them. While we focus on a constant assault of overwhelming stimuli based on pop culture and work pressure, we have effectively outsourced the human side of things.
And so you have emotions that you experience during your day, that you may try to suppress with an influx of pop culture bombardment. You let out your anguish and frustrations on imaginary villains and monsters, conjured up by someone's imagination, nurtured by your own. Think yelling at the screen times thousand. Lashing out at made up monsters that you can't punch. Which perpetuates a circle. Feel good movies, to make you feel better, video games to take pressure off, comedies when you have had a bad day. All good in moderation, probably. But we binge. We binge work, we binge watch, we binge drink, we binge eat. If someone recommended moderation to us, we would binge on it for a week and then give it up.
We all now move around with imaginary friends and ideal situations and so call ideal scenarios stuck in our head, trying to make up for the dissonance and disarray that abound our personal lives. Relying on F.R.I.E.N.D.S. more than friends, hanging out in Leonard and Sheldon's apartment, weeping over Hodor's death with equal or possibly more fervor than thousands of others that perish in mindless violence around the globe.
Fantasy and escapism have become the mantra. Which is ironic because most of these works have the reality and real world occurrence at their core. Just that core taken and polished with idealism, blended with gratification and topped off with low calorie wit and banter. Kind of like taking taking healthy stuff like wheat and barley and turning them into beer and scotch. Or, for a more pop culture relevant analogy, using Superman's DNA to create Doomsday.
And so you have emotions that you experience during your day, that you may try to suppress with an influx of pop culture bombardment. You let out your anguish and frustrations on imaginary villains and monsters, conjured up by someone's imagination, nurtured by your own. Think yelling at the screen times thousand. Lashing out at made up monsters that you can't punch. Which perpetuates a circle. Feel good movies, to make you feel better, video games to take pressure off, comedies when you have had a bad day. All good in moderation, probably. But we binge. We binge work, we binge watch, we binge drink, we binge eat. If someone recommended moderation to us, we would binge on it for a week and then give it up.
We all now move around with imaginary friends and ideal situations and so call ideal scenarios stuck in our head, trying to make up for the dissonance and disarray that abound our personal lives. Relying on F.R.I.E.N.D.S. more than friends, hanging out in Leonard and Sheldon's apartment, weeping over Hodor's death with equal or possibly more fervor than thousands of others that perish in mindless violence around the globe.
Fantasy and escapism have become the mantra. Which is ironic because most of these works have the reality and real world occurrence at their core. Just that core taken and polished with idealism, blended with gratification and topped off with low calorie wit and banter. Kind of like taking taking healthy stuff like wheat and barley and turning them into beer and scotch. Or, for a more pop culture relevant analogy, using Superman's DNA to create Doomsday.
No comments:
Post a Comment