Everywhere we turn, we hear about heroes. Everyone is a hero this day. The word, in all honesty, appears to have lost some of it cache and meaning. This is not the first time I discuss this. Years ago I talked about hero worship. And, that was years before the last four years. We have heroes and anti- heroes everywhere.
People frequently debate a person’s “hero-ness” quality. I don’t need to debate this. Real heroes ate hard to come by. I may sound like a curmudgeon, jaded New Yorker saying this. But, I really am not. I’m actually a sunny curmudgeon. I’m often, in the face of past disappointments, still an optimist. So much so, that I want to slap myself out of it. But, I’ve yet to do so. I really should snap out of it, as Cher said in Moonstruck.
Here’s the thing. I’m going to use the term hero loosely here. Just because everyone else does. My real definition of a hero is somene who runs into a burning building. Done. But for sone reason we have this deep-seated need to identity people as heroes. And, what is amusing and bemusing to me these days, the individuals who self-ascribe hero status. But here’s the thing. Eventually most are really the wizard of Oz, when the curtain is peeled back. There’s no there, there.
For this reason, don’t meet your heroes. Steel yourself against the temptation to do so. When you meet your heroes, or any other classified hero, they eventually let you down. Superman, wonder woman, & Thor, do not exist. Some heroes stumbled I to the title. Others robbed it. Others were bestowed it because who else was there? Some take a slightly heroic act and become centered around it.
In any case, when you meet them it’s as if you were catfished. No thanks. Moving on