This post may come off as strange, but if we all dig deep into our psyche and are honest with ourselves, we'll find a disturbing fact. Ever notice when a tragedy occurs how people get buzzed off the sorrow? For real. Think about it.There's an odd comfort we humans find in dark hours.
So, what does this mean? Are we a bunch of twisted freaks? Or does death remind us of our frailty and draw us in for a closer look? Whichever the case, there's no denying our love affair with all that's broken and lost forever.
Say what? Yep, you read me right. Think about the last time a seriously wretched story came on the news. Did you change the channel? Nope. You didn't. I'm betting you watched the entire segment and shushed everybody in the room, so your ears could soak up every gory detail. Then, maybe you changed your FB status to express your anguish over the heartbreaking event. This kind of backs the whole "misery loves company" theory. Am I right? Sure I am.
And how many times have we told our friends about the wonderfully sad movie we just watched? Lots. Because for whatever reason, we love to torment ourselves with sadness. I've even know a few people who enjoy a good funeral as much as a wedding. These same people have a way of transforming mortals into gods, making them more in death, than they made them in life.
Same goes for the latest and greatest books on the market, the critics usually rave about stories of calamity. I wonder, have we always been this way? My guess: yes. Otherwise, Shakespeare would be a dead nobody. What say you peeps? I'd love to read your thoughts on the subject.
Until next time, happy writing or whatever makes you smile. :)