Zombies, Defeat and Consequence.
And other social media DOHs.
by Stan Faryna
Moby, Natural Blues
Something is not going where you want it to go. Not fast enough.
It’s not taking you where you expected to get.
Social Media. Blogging. Your job. Your relationships. Whatever.
You have dreams and vision, but the long road of hope smells like fingers – as Bill Dorman has said.
10 years of blogging (actually more years than that but those activities shall be defined otherwise) and I have to say that defeat has beckoned me to surrender to it and join the walking dead – more than a few times (every year). Sometimes, several times in the same week.
Self-defeat has a magnetic personality, indeed. It’s appeal comes at us with overwhelming and unstoppable determination. It is a constant companion – the one you just can’t ditch.
Defeat reminds me of a zombie apocalypse.
Today’s victory makes no headway against it. Tomorrow, defeat awaits – undiscouraged by our past triumphs and epiphanies. And, worse, it is undiscouraged by the encouragement of tomorrow.
Jerking and moaning awkwardly toward us with an insatiable hunger, self defeat manifests as a world overrun by zombies, zombies everywhere, just around the corner, and, maybe, just a few steps away on your blind side.
Worse than this – defeat is extremely contagious. Perhaps, epidemic.
The greatest challenge to the characters in any zombie apocalypse story is NOT keeping three steps ahead of the next zombie.
The greatest challenge is keeping the faith, keeping hope fueled, and the keeping on (keeping it moving) when everyone we know has joined the walking dead. Or fan them.
So it follows that when we accept self-defeat, we signal to others that self-defeat is normal, reasonable, and inescapable.
And that, perhaps, is the greatest harm we do.
31 October 2012