Some are born Heroes; unloving idiots vs. me and Damon Fizzy

I've deliberately ignored the existence of Damon Fizzy for the last few months, and I've done this for complicated reasons. But tonight I decided to find out how he was doing, and I started thinking about these things again.

Now that you're annoyed let me explain.

Damon Fizzy (or deefizzy, I don't really know what his actual name is) is a young YouTube vlogger. I found him in 2012, in the small hours of a brightening April night. I was wasting time on YouTube, watching Christopher Drew Ingle videos, desperately trying to force myself to like NeverShoutNever's music due to the veganism of the singer (I'M TRYING BUT I JUST CAN'T, THE SONGS ARE SO TRIVIAL), when I suddenly noticed some wise words in the comment section. Someone said something about the fact that Christopher Drew's hair didn't matter, that it was the music that really mattered, and then this commenter got a lot of feedback from other commenters telling, "This is why I love you, Damon", "I wish more people were like you, Damon", etc. So I decided to check out who this wise 'Damon' was. Turns out he was a young person describing himself as a 'meat-free kid', whose goal was to 'make you smile'.

The 'meat-free' part got my heart beating with excitement, and when I realized he had over 300 000 YouTube followers my heart almost jumped out of my mouth (...). I realized there was something interesting happening here.

So I started watching the videos. I watched a lot of them, and at 5.30 AM I finally looked out of the window and realized that it was the most beautiful of April mornings I'd ever seen. I got up, grabbed my iPod and my keys, and went out and wandered the euphoric seaside streets of Helsinki for 3 hours. I was happy. It was a HAPPY Saturday morning, me and the Sea and the Sun alone in the universe. And deefizzy; I was happy that a person like that existed, I was happy that he had 300 000 YouTube followers. Something interesting was happening.

The reason for my happiness that morning, the reason for my happiness every happy morning, was that I'd just realized I wasn't alone. In a world of cruel idiots it's very easy to forget that kind, caring, warm, real humans actually exist. They are here too, somewhere. To be honest, I'd started to feel I was the only teenager on the whole fucking planet who gave a shit about other breathing beings.

The most astonishing thing about deefizzy was that he actually, really, firmly, deeply... cared. He cared. He was a vegan, he actually was a vegan and an animal activist, and in one of his videos he mentioned how he'd stood up for a bullied kid in school, and so on, and so on. This Damon was annoying, but his eyes, his words, his thoughts, everything about him showed that he gave a shit.

The internet is the most frightening place in the world, but now I had found a small corner of it where someone gave a shit. And that gave me hope. I knew I wasn't alone. And that is the best feeling in the world. The best fucking feeling in the whole fucking world.

Damon Fizzy was a lot like me but still different. He was like the even more hyperactive, more social, less intellectual version of me. He was young, just like me, he had acne, just like me, he was distressed yet hyperactive, just like me, he was annoying, just like me, and he cared, just like me. And in his eyes I saw something most people unfortunately lack.

Would you rather trust your life in the hands of the typical sexist, racist, homophobic, pretentious, violent, idiotic, unintelligent, rude, bullying, anti-thinking, unloving brainless teenage idiot, who lists 'Tits' and 'Bacon' as his main interests on his Facebook page, or would you rather trust someone who has passion and a heart and a backbone and a brain?

So many people are assholes. Being a hero takes social courage. There's something heroic about this deefizzy thing.

What if everyone had that little, powerful hero element in them? Would we have violence? Would we have cruelty? Would we have ignorace and indifference? Would be have bullied nerds in the corners of our classrooms or little chicks thrown into the grinder in the wheels of the meat industry? I think not. But it's something I'm afraid we'll never know.

Would slavery ever have existed? Would the Nazi Holocaust ever have happened? Would gay kids kill themselves, would there be child labour?

Something to think about.

I wish all the best to deefizzy. I wish all the best to the weird and the weak. I wish all the best to the losers and the heroes of this world. I wish all the best to me.

Good night.