The Futility — and Hope — of Magical Thinking
Canceling the holidays is an act of hope, not fear.
I canceled my family’s Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Most people I know talk about 2020 as having an almost mystical power of wrongness to it. Something terrible happens, and people immediately comment “That’s so 2020,” as if the year itself is somehow trying to ruin all our lives.
It doesn’t seem so mysterious to me: 250,000 deaths due to a pandemic, nationwide civil unrest, a colossally broken political system, are all historical moments, but they’ve happened before. The 1918 Flu Pandemic. The Civil Rights Movement. The Civil War. None of our current experiences is all that special or unique. They tell us that we Americans aren’t that good at learning from — or remembering — our history.
There is something that we Americans are good at. We’re exquisitely good at thinking Nothing Bad Will Happen to Us, to our loved ones, as if we are exempt from it even while others suffer.
Magical thinking, broadly defined, is the idea that one event influences a different, unrelated issue despite lacking any apparent connection.
I think of it as human thinking, given that most people I know engage in it to some degree or other. These days, I wonder if it’s not a uniquely…
