Apocalyptic Ennui Redux

Given the amount of hoopla the recent end-of-the-world “nonevent” of 12/12/12 generated, I’m surprised googling “apocalyptic ennui” didn’t deliver much, either–just a few quirky blogs and song lyrics. Maybe that means it’s a really meaningful connection of the two words. Who am I to say?

Some years ago, I realized when writing a review of “Boys Adrift” that apocalyptic ennui is a significant part of my psychology and inevitably my politics at any given moment. Growing up in the 60′s (fear of nuclear war) then switching to “hippie” fears (global cooling, nuclear war, the draft, American culture generally, unhealthy food and religion) was exhausting enough. I wasn’t ready to get on the next bandwagon: global warming, global capitalism, American culture–especially overseas, antibiotics in food leading to new killer bacteria, killer viruses like Ebola, terrorism at home and abroad, destruction of species, inequality of wealth–leading to revolutions, crash of the dollar, depletion of oil, ethanol destroying the food supplies, and the inevitable end of the world, prophesied by the ancient Mayans and contemporary doomsday aficionados alike.

Forgive me if some of your favorites aren’t on the list. What to do? It’s all very politicized (rather than political) now. By politicized, I mean people listen for their catch phrases, for the language that tells them if you’re a good guy or a bad guy depending on what side you’re on. Liberals listen for a disparaging attitude on global warming, or a lukewarm stance on the cause du jour. Conservatives listen for key phrases like “social justice” or “economic equality” to help them identify a person as someone not to listen to. That’s politicized. Political is talking. Too bad it’s almost dead here in the US. (Talking as opposed to “chattering” I mean. There’s still plenty of chattering.)

With apologies to my friends who enjoy being skeptical of evolution, this is all part of my “monkey mind” theory. I suspect we, the primate part of us, is programmed to be fearful, to react to danger to the community. This is amateur sociobiology to be sure (which means you fantasize monkey scenarios to explain stuff, lots of fun for monkey lovers), but it does explain why we are constantly looking for new ways our lives and/or civilizations will be destroyed. The difficult part is that no matter how long your list is, some of the things on the list will kill you. Depends on your list, of course.

For example, I like Bjørn Lomborg. (OK, that makes me what politically?) Anyway, his attitude is: Yes, global warming is real, yes human activity is responsible for the bulk of it, but it will be very difficult and expensive to have any impact at this point on the trend. Hence, if you want to help the earth and save people, he gives a list of things to do (like help get drinking water to millions of people, flood and hurricane damage reduction, malaria control, address starvation) that would show an immediate positive impact for the dollars spent. Problem is, solving extensive, endemic “old/boring” problems like this doesn’t do anything to address our sense of panic (monkey panic) that we are going to die. It’s much too rational and slow and methodical to help assuage our sense of imminent doom.

All said, 12/12/12 was anticipated and feared and fretted over ad infinitum, and (surprise?) the collective panic was all for naught. Once again, apocalyptic ennui spared me the drama.