For a long time Hollywood movies have suffered from something called ‘Rocky Syndrome’*, where by any movie featuring a quintessential hero must fight, lose, fight, win. It is the pattern for every superhero movie, cowboy movie and every Rocky movie ever made. The protagonist must go through struggle, pain and deal with loss before they can be victorious. Then in the moment of final victory, when they’re battered, bruised and bleeding, our protagonist trots off in a moment of reflection, off into the sunset, as the title credits roll down the screen. How lovely.
What happens when the camera stops rolling?
Well this peaceful reflection you were seeing is actually a mad dash to the nearest hospital to recover. The little town our cowboy hero just liberated has extremely inadequate medical facilities for such a rural settlement. They had to leave immediately in order to make it to the nearest hospital before dying. Upon reaching A&E* they then sit for hours hoping the producers of the movie do not petition for a sequel.
I would never want to compare myself to a hero who has done such heroic things like liberate a small town single-handedly* – but I have been snatching victory from the jaws of defeat for 3 days in a row now. 3 days my, now ex, girlfriend’s friends have been visiting and I am still here at the end of it. Still happy and still feeling good. Tired, but good.
Our hero Mindfump fought off all mental aggressors – battled and tussled for days. He lost a few fights here and there, but he has won the war. The lottery of uncertainty has now ended, only triumph and victory remains. Off he trots into the sunset for a well-earned rest…
Mmm, not so fast little buddy.
The producers have not only written one sequel, they have written 17,476* sequels. I built these three days up in my head as a battle, a 3 day marathon of mental challenges. I didn’t quite think of the endgame, the story doesn’t end after the 3 days are over. I am just hoping like the Rocky films, by the 7th sequel I am just a bit part, a bystander, helping other people go through their own battles. I can deal with betrayal and mistrust, just don’t give me any more mental illness roles.
*A thing I made up entirely.
*Or ER for our American readers.
*That is based on the amount of days the average person has left alive from my age.