We were “clicking” through Netflix and happened on a “comedy” special by some guy named “Bo.” My son stopped and said, “let’s watch this.” Done mostly in song, it started funny, if dark, and then spiraled from there into misery, mental illness and hopelessness.
We talked afterward. What, I asked, was this obsessive embrace of misery? We batted around some theories, from macro misery to micro, but ultimately decided that while most young people don’t want to be miserable, it’s the only guaranteed way not to offend, be vulnerable to destruction and receive some validation that they aren’t worthless failures in a world where everything is “literally” horrible. How can one be happy and hopeful in this kind of world? Continue reading
