How desperately do some people cling to their Face Diapers? How about the college-age guy I regularly see at the gym where I work out. He is just about the only guy still wearing what they style “his” Diaper – and of course, in his case, it is exactly that.
He posseses it – and it possesses him.
From what I can tell, there is nothing wrong with this guy, who appears to be a fit young guy in his early 20s. Well, there doesn’t appear to be anything physically wrong with him. His mind, on the other hand, has obviously been taken ill – the evidence for which is the fact that he is still wearing that thing over his face. Even now. Even in a place where almost no one else is, excepting a handful of fearful geriatrics.
How sad that some young people are now as terrified of death as those on death’s door – decades before they ought to be worried about it.
It is possible, of course, that this young man isn’t afraid. An alarming number of high school and college-aged people are fanatically invested in the Cult of Sickness Abiding. This is to be expected, given years of government schooling in the basic catechism: Be afraid. Do as You Are Told. Burn With Fury at Those Who Do Not.
Orwell knew all about it when he described the Spies in his famous novel, 1984. These were pre-teens who were trained to suss out Wrongthink – and report it. Even when it didn’t exist. The point being not so much to identify the Wrongthinker but to signal virtue by hounding it out. Those who wear the Diaper are just this sort, even if they cannot – for the moment – hound it out.
But they can signal – by wearing.
It shows the degree of their commitment to the catechism.
What else can account for the wearing, in summer, in a gym, of the thing by a twenty or twenty-one-year-old young man, except his burning desire to make a point of showing that he still believes. That the flame still burns bright.
These are the ones who will hound the rest of us out, if they ever acquire the power to do it. They itch to do it. Never forget what these Cultists were like when they did have the power to do it. When teenage checkout clerks would kick you out for failing to hew to their catechism, to show you shared their faith. They are the well-trained Pavlik Morozovs of a terminally ill America.
Having had everything healthy about being young (including confidence in the strength of their own bodies) drained out of them by government schools (and government-schooled parents) they respond with an unhealthy, overweening desire to show just how good they can be – according to the inverted standards conditioned into them. To obey fervently. To react with outraged fanaticism when others do not.
They are desperate to show that they are right – as they see it – and those who do not agree are not just wrong, but a dangerous blight that must be eradicated.
This is how I see that young man at my gym. I know that when he sees me – a middle-aged guy who isn’t one of the brethren (as well as everyone else in the gym whose faith is lacking) that he genuinely, truly believes we are dangerous idiots – for what else can he possible believe?
It takes exactly that degree of belief to continue to wear that thing when almost no one else is – and the only others who are still wearing it are obviously terrified old people who may even have some reason to be terrified, being old. When you are, it is not unlikely that any day could be your last day. A case of the sniffles could entail more than a box of Kleenex. Possibly, your final box.
But a kid just out of high school? At the age when you are least likely to die of anything shy of a motorcycle or car wreck? Living in fear of a “virus” that is far less likely to cause his death than driving to the gym in a car – or riding a bike there?
This is what comes of a wrecked culture.
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