Post by Renaissance on Oct 21, 2020 11:11:03 GMT -5
  "I don't care what you think unless it is about me." - Kurt Cobain He was enamored by the beauty - the fetching pulchritude. His mortal worries melted away as he gazed upon the only thing in this world he truly cherished and loved. His was a romantic love; it was all encompassing and awe inspiring, but it was also not unlike the love a parent feels for a child. The love - the adulation - it beget pride. He succumbed. His pride, his love; the very scope of his vision focused on one single thing: Himself. He was JC Keeton and he was the center of his own universe.  I’m quite fond of Greek mythology. It’s so simple, I know - something we’re all ‘made’ to learn in eighth grade. I, however, enjoyed the myths long before I entered institutionalized education. I was drawn to the myths not unlike a recently sober wanderer drawn to Christianity through a twelve step program. Learning that gods would succumb to all mortal emotions and make mistakes made sense to me. Oh and those mistakes were unlike anything I had yet known in life. Furthermore, polytheism, in my mind, trumped monotheism, simply because there was so much more variety. I see myself in the Gods - those who walk the Elysian Fields, somewhere between the real and unreal - somewhere between the dead and undead. When I look around me, I see my contemporaries represented by these same characters - these vicious allegories - warnings to those who come afterward. The people who don’t realize the gravity of their situations. We must keep our eyes open - we must be aware of our blindspots. JC Keeton, for example. In him, I see Narcissus. The crackbrained child is so caught up in his own hubris that he’s completely blinded himself to dangerous foes lurking beyond the reach of his tunnel vision. He’s currently enjoying a streak at Action Wrestling and now he’s been handed an opportunity ‘of a lifetime’ at Alpha Wrestling which will end at his expense with grave disappointment. Perhaps within a vacuum, JC Keeton has meaning, but in reality, in the face of his greatest Nemesis to date, he will be revealed for the opaque lightweight he truly is. And yet, even after it is all over and he’s stripped naked and the world sees him for what he truly is, will he see it too? He’s so caught up with ‘self’ and I question his ability to self monitor. Like I said, I see the tragedy of Narcissus when I look into JC Keeton’s unremarkable eyes. Narcissus was the son of the nymph Liriope and the river god Cephissus. Narcissus, despite having the blood of a god running through his veins, was a mere mortal. Yet, by virtue of his breeding, he was blessed with a beauty superior to any other mortal. Narcissus was so beautiful, in fact, that nearly every woman who gazed upon him, fell in love with him on the spot. When confronted by the love - Narcissus shunned all suitors. For he could never love anyone as much as he loved himself. Furthermore, he couldn’t afford to love another as it would come at the expense of his love for himself. Narcissus was also a hunter; a competent one at that. SMASHCUT to an afternoon when Narcissus was hunting in the deep thicket and he knew he was being watched. He had caught the attention of the nymph named Echo. She watched him for some time and with each passing moment, her adoration grew. Finally, her heart betrayed her mind and she leapt out of the shadows to hug him. Despite Echo’s incredible beauty, Narcissus would have none of her advances. Echo stricken by rejection, would roam the woods for the rest of her life before eventually deteriorating, leaving only her echo as evidence that she had ever existed. Narcissus carried on undaunted, but he had gained the attention of Nemesis who had heard of what he had done to Echo. Nemesis was the goddess of revenge and she looked upon Narcissus with fire in her eyes. Narcissus had know idea that he was walking into a trap. Nemesis would see to Narcissus’ punishment. Nemesis lead Narcissus to a river and lured him into gazing into his own reflection. Narcissus was captivated. He fell in love with who he saw before him. He became so entangled with his own beauty and hubris that he couldn’t look away. Narcissus saw only himself, but when he realized it was merely his reflection, he realized that his true love would never be attainable. Narcissus became so dejected that it drove him to suicide. JC Keeton shares so many similarities with Narcissus. His entire world - the very people he surrounds himself with - they all exist to further expand his hubris. Every single utterance is yet another vocalization of his incredible ego and self-adoration. Yes, JC Keeton has seen some success, but his success is at the expense of a roster of mortals caught in the ‘high-beams’ of his self-centered pontification. But now he has gained the attention of a true Nemesis - someone he will soon see as a god. JC Keeton will now be punished and like Narcissus, his story will inevitably end in tragedy. Goodbye. |
