As someone who consistently uses the phrase "Freudian slip" when
uttering a thought that probably should not have been stated outloud,
it would be incredibly remiss of me to dismiss Oedipus's literary
value in the modern world despite the many changes that have occured
since its inception. Sigmund Freud famously pointed to this piece of
work as the proof of his theory that even as an infant, our actions
are driven mainly by our sex drives as men desire their mother and are
jealous when their father gets the attention he feels he deserves.
Freud's theories concerning the sex drive of infants has been largely
discredited, mostly because they're infants, and it is incredibly hard
to believe that babies are actively looking to "get some". Still, in
my own life, I have found that the offspring of this theory is true:
as I have found myself attracted to different females, the qualities
that jump out to me the most are qualities either strongly present in
my own mother or the exact opposite concerning qualities in my mother
I see as flaws. Oedipus goes as far as to actually fall in love with
his own mother, which is obviously the extreme, but the love is
genuine for these reasons, creepy as that may be. The psychological
implications of the play are alive and well if one believes in the
basic essence of psychology, and Sophocles's ability to discover these
traits long before any real studies on the subject were made is quite
remarkable.
Of course, if the desire to sleep with his own mother was the only
purpose of "Oedipus Rex", I strongly doubt we would be reading it in
and AP English course (though it would be interesting to hear the
pitch given to the parents on Parents' Night at the beginning of the
year as the teacher tries to justify such a choice, but I digress).
The most prevalent non-psychological theme is that of fate, and those
who attempt to say that such strong beliefs in fate and destiny are no
longer in the present world have never heard a born-again Christian or
Christian Scientist who "puts their fate with God", never believed
that he or she was "meant to be" with their significant other, and
never believed that "everything happens for a reason". Without a
belief in fate, life is nothing but a series of unlikely coincidences
in which anything is truly possibel at the end of the day; not to
sound overly normative (AP Economics, anybody?), but that sounds
rather bleak to me. The belief that their is a higher power looking
out for us and making sure that things turn out okay is probably the
biggest reason I am able to get up every morning with a smile on my
face instead of blind paranoia that everything will go horribly wrong
the minute I step outside and those crazy coincidences can started
raining on my parade and messing my life up in catastrophic ways. Yes,
belief in fate is a good thing when compared to the belief that the
world is constantly in a state of blind entropy.
That is, belief in a GOOD fate is a good thing compared to blind
entropy. I am almost positive that I would rather not have faith in
anything than have faith in the knowledge that all those who I have
ever loved were going to die a violent death and it would be entirely
my fault. Entropy sounds pretty good compared to a fate of, say,
killing my father and having children by my mother. That fate would be
awful. Good thing no one got that one assigned to them, huh?
Oh, right. Sorry Oedipus. Guess you wish you lived in a time where
atheism was acceptable, don't you? Well, unfortunately for Oedipus, he
doesn't live in such a world, and his fate is made known to him by an
oracle, which of course causes him to flee from what he thinks is his
home in terror. Clearly, he had never paid attention in Sunday School
over at the Temple of Apollo because those who attempt to run from
their fate don't tend to have a good success rate. In fact, by
avoiding their fate, most of them end up fulfilling their fate in an
even more painful way. Of course, I suppose it would have been a much
more boring story if Oedipus had just stayed in Corinth and took what
he originally thought would be too much of a risk only to end up
actually avoiding his fate. Note to self: if I think something bad is
going to happen to me if I walk right, walk right anyway. Maybe I'll
get hit by a bike, but if the Greek gods run this world, walking left
will cause me to get hit by an eighteen-wheeler.
In the end, Oedipus discovers his past and learns that he has
fulfilled his unavoidable fate, and his torment at the end is
something with which most teenagers could relate. How many of us have
been torn apart because a significant other broke up with us even when
we had seen the signs and knew it couldn't last forever? What about
those of us who will not get into a school that we knew was a reach
but will still spend the night locked in our rooms cursing the days we
took out our Xbox instead of our textbook? When we know our fate, our
naive belief that we can somehow overcome it only magnifies the loss
when our inevitable fate is sealed.
(start) Clearly, Sophocles shows us that the best thing we can do is
maintain our belief that we do have a fate and that it is a good one
despite our lack of evidence. We are all special, after all. That's
why we're not allowed to fail out of public schools (end of satire/
social commentary)
Still, it is perhaps best to not know our fate at all. Heck, think of
how much Oedipus's life would have been better had he not known he
would kill his father and sleep with his mother. I mean, sure, he
still would have killed his dad and be sleeping with his mom, but at
least he'd be able to see her instead of having to be blind at her
funeral.
Maybe I'm wrong about that last part...