I know it may be hard to believe, but human beings are predominantly optimistic. I’m not talking PollyAnna optimistic, which isn’t rational but is annoying. I’m saying that our own futures are bright.
Even though the divorce rate hovers near the fifty percent mark, few people who are marrying think they will get divorced.
Those things happen to other people, not us. We’re the ones that will beat the odds.
This skew to our logic is based up the simple idea that we, humans, are the only acknowledged species on the planet that actually think about the future (politicians excluded).
We dream, we plan, and we design for the future.
And this is not a new phenomenon.
Here is part of the preamble of the US Constitution:
We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity
Posterity is the future generations of people.
We classify those whose inherent optimism is broken as depressed, in a funk, or blue. And we treat them with chemicals to restore their optimism to ‘normal’ levels or avoid them as they wear us out. We do not medicate the PollyAnnas of the world, even though too much optimism is not a good thing.
Why am I bringing this up? Because when I invest my time in an entertainment outlet, I expect to come away with a little hope at the end. Yes, I like happy endings and when I don’t get them, I get irritated. I don’t have a problem with Freddy, Jason and Michael returning for sequel after sequel, but I have an issue with everyone dying.
Does that stop me from watching the next movie? No, I’m optimistic that I’ll find one that gives me a satisfying ending.
Remember life doesn’t have to make sense, but fiction does:D