Dr. Banner and the Hulk

A Dichotomy of Lonesomeness

Dr. Bruce Banner. Do you remember this guy? If you happened to be around my age and watched television on CBS between 1977 to 1982, then you may just be famiIiar with him.

This past week I was inspired to launch a FB page that serves as an outlet for Reading Thinking and Writing (RTW). Not too much creativity was invested into the naming of the page I must say. it carries the name Reading Thinking Writing... simple enough wouldn't you agree? I encourage you to visit Link and join the RTW Reading Prompt Group Link to get involved in this month's topic.

I decided to utilize FB as a free and familiar conduit to launch some sort of writing collaboration. Hopefully, one such as this RTW platform will do just. So, anyway...the writing prompt: #Bullying is a focus on the lives of our children today in America. Not to say that is only a cancer of the Western culture, certainly not the case. This is not intended to be just a focus on the life of the prey, but also one of the predator. There is a valid argument that carries weight for a greater over-arching discussion. These are children, highly impressionable, especially from birth to age eight.

Back to Dr. Banner...as I was thinking about my childhood this morning, at times when I was afraid, it was then that I recall hiding behind a large chair in the den of my family home. This was especially so on Friday evenings around 8:30 if memory serves me correctly. This was during the years when the TV Series The Incredible Hulk Link aired. I was a four-year old timid young boy when the show began it's first pilot. Surely, I was familiar with the comics of Batman and Clark Kent, they were all heroes—trusted and reliable. The Incredible Hulk however, I was not quite sure about him, he was going to kept at “chair's-length” for starters.

My retreat to the backside of the green monster (the chair was the same color as the Hulk...it was the 70's after all) was only for a few seconds during the Gamma Ray (???) process. The scary part was when Dr. Banner would be triggered into a rage and transform into the Hulk. I remember not enjoying the bright green eyes and bulging veins of Lou Ferrigno as he ripped through the clothes of the evaporating Banner. Once the change was complete, it was cool, I would return to my usual spot, about 2-3 inches from the screen! After that all was well. But there was a specific reason why all was ok in the world. Once the metamorphosis had occurred and the Hulk had finished his rampage, my emotions quickly returned to ground zero.

By the time I had reached six or seven years of age, I caught on to something about this big green bundle of muscle, veins and gamma rays. At the culmination of each episode, those same green eyes that once sent me scurrying for the nearest place of refuge, had me glued me to the screen. The toughest part of every thirty-minute adventure on Friday eve was watching the battered, bleeding hulk in tattered rags while he lay in a dark alley melting back into the anonymous Dr. Bruce Banner.

I so often had to act like I was asleep in front of the TV or hide my face in a pillow or blanket to keep my tears a secret. These poor guys. That was my thought for both Banner and the Hulk, how sad.

Dr. Banner had to live as a hermit, a loner, keeping everyone at arms length for fear he may be triggered. Why? This was no fault of his own, it was a lab accident gone wrong. The authorities pursued him constantly, like a dark cloud chasing and taunting him. It was as if he was prey seeking refuge until backed into a corner, provoked until becoming predator was the only option in some wicked combination that resulted in explosive rage. This only soon reverted to an exhaustive meltdown returning yet another vicious cycle. I remember thinking, these guys have no friends and everyone needs a friend. Hulk's only ally and Banner's only sure friend was one in the same...lonesomeness.

As I begin writing on the prompt of #Bullying, I think of the predator and the prey as a dynamic inside each of us as humans. Is it simply that one is nurtured or harnessed, one given more attention than the other at those more crucial points in life?

Could that be why I am more assertive and my wife so much more of a timid soul?

This is not a prompt about psychology by any means. I am just sharing my thoughts, thats what writing is all about — READ.THINK.WRITE!

BTW: please check thislink and listen this piece call “The Lonely Man” that was the tune that played to the TV Series on CBS in the 70's