Whether it be movies, books, oral tradition. What is it we humans love so much about fictional tales?
I believe our consciousnesses are narrative based. That’s the magic. Every thought idea etc is a narrative.
Stack up a bunch of narratives, hormones, and a grab bag of whatever instincts a few hundred million years of evolution has trickled down, shove it all in a meat sack, and viola! Behold a human!
So, I’m gonna tell you a story.
The country I was born in is a dictatorship. Life was shit. I left when I was a kid to a country with more freedoms. I grew up to learn what freedom meant. Then when I was 18, I decided to return to the place of my birth and lead a rebellion against the dictator that tyrannized my country and the tyrant was defeated and everyone lived happily ever after.
Just kidding (the italicized part is false), I just lived a boring life in the new country as a background character, and my parents are abusive, I had zero friends, and my new country is also becoming a dictatorship, and everything is falling apart, and I have zero qualities of what a movie hero has, I never felt brave enough to attend a protest because I fear torture as a non-native-born citizen, and I have no power to stop anything and I’m gonna die in a gulag, the end.
I mean… see… the second story is so boring, that why we wanna imagine a world where the first scenario happens. Otherwise the world is just too dark without any beacon of hope.
I believe it is just a symptom of having imagination, being social animals, and developing speech/language. We see patterns and analyze things intently, have a desire to inform others of our discoveries and thoughts, and have multitudes of ways of doing so; stories are just a product of that. They teach, they inspire, they make us feel good and they also take some of the load of doing “background simulations” in our minds by having another mind do it.
For whatever reason, our brains developed the inclination/compulsion to imagine scenarios which greatly improved our odds of survival in the wild. In a biological sense, I figure stories and the like trigger that reward center in a way. Why people like different stories would come down to brain chemistry.
It has always been so. When your sitting by the fire and the mind wanders, the days hunt comes crawling through your mind so you speak the story of the brave beast that nearly had you fooled and how thankful you are to have such a bounty. A remembrance of the sacrifice. The life taken so your children can flourish. A lesson for the young. Like a bee dancing in the hive, a tale with purpose.
It is our nature.
Stories carry ideas and ideas is what moves humans.
We are not satisfied with what is. As a species, our survival at some point depended on changing the world around us, not just enduring it.
Be it an uplifting story or a cautionary tale, the ideas inside carry meaning and individuals will build a part of their worldview around it.
Stories are the medium through which we understand the world.
I thought that was models?
Nah, modeling is something that has to be learned. Making up stories is much more natural and our natural first response. Even really basic things have, at times, been attributed to the lives and mechanations of spirits.
Think about how you consider your life: do you think of it as a model? Or a story?
Anecdotal, but I actually stopped liking fictional stories at some point, because I realized there’s such an abundance of cool and real stories I could be learning about, that it’s just like “Why are you telling me of a phoenix/dragon/Lavados when there’s black hawks setting fire to Australia?”.
I guess, it also ties in, though, that I don’t do escapism in general either, so I don’t either get lost in real stories, nor drugs.
I had a rough point in my life where escapism was crucial – I certainly don’t judge anyone wanting to step outside of this world for some time – but yeah, that changed my fundamental world view, so that I prefer to stay in the real world now.It always is to live other lives vicariously.
They’re fun lol. Shit gets boring sometimes.