Inspirational Speeches

In all the old movies where the hero is leading a group of people away from danger, there's a moment where fatigue sets in and morale begins to falter. Whatever they are running from is, of course, immune to such things and gets inexorably closer. Usually at this moment, our hero makes a speech that recharges the motley group to dig a little deeper, to keep moving and survive.

I imagine there's a good psychological thriller on hoarding for someone who wants to write it. Or at least a really fucked up young adult novel about going to grandma's house and being swallowed up by the mess she thinks keeps her safe from whatever her personal boogie man is. The climactic scene could have our lead character trying to reach a garbage bag. Or the front door. Or even a Broom +2 for all my gamer friends - you know who you are. And the junk, maybe even the walls would be reaching out to take them. That's when the speech would have to happen.

At least now is when it has to happen here, because that's what it feels like is happening. I'm headed back later in the week, and while victory seems impossible, a stalemate would be nice. Otherwise it feels like just going back to wait for some awful accident.

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ReSET Center said...

No inspirational words to offer, unfortunately, but faith in you to channel the force.
Just wanted to let you know I edited a book review of a y.a. novel about hoarding, just last month. Let me see ... it's CJ Omololu's Dirty Little Secrets. The protagonist's mother is the hoarder, but I don't want to give away too much.

June 13, 2010 at 7:31 PM
kermitthefrog said...

I imagine that script in the vein of Stephen King's early stories (one was called "The Mangler," I think, about a laundry machine) -- all about inanimate objects that take on lives of their own.

But yes, you can do it! Maybe BYOB (bring your own Broom)?

June 13, 2010 at 8:02 PM
ash said...

See, to me this trip--observed from the outside, anyway--is starting to resemble something like a classic horror film. And I am not sure what you, our hero, should be saying right now. (If we're staying true to the genre, I suppose you should be making out with some tasty young thing just before the moment of crisis...) But I do know what I, as horrified audience member, am saying at this point in the narrative: "Aiyee! Get out! Get out! For the love of sweet Jeebus, why does he not GET OUT of there?!?!"

Here's hoping you're the proverbial Final Girl who is left to tell the tale when it's all over.

June 13, 2010 at 10:20 PM
sptc said...

The inspirational speech is this: you don't need to finish cleaning, you just need to clean as much as you reasonably can before leaving. If that means taking a day off from cleaning while still there, that's fine too. The point is, you may not get to finish cleaning this time but it is all right, you will still have accomplished a lot.

June 13, 2010 at 11:03 PM
profacero said...

P.S. I am so glad I don't hoard. When my grandmother died, she just had a one bedroom apartment with desirable things in it. My mother took the clothes and shoes (all her size, in good shape and styish). I took the jewelry, and I am wearing some of it right now. My parents and I divided the furniture / art / kitchen things (I was transitioning from dorm to apartment, so this was very useful). Period. Emulate this grandmother, everyone!

June 13, 2010 at 11:09 PM