the o.my is right
well... as you ("you" in this case being absolutely no one - i hope) might already know, i've spent a good deal of time this weekend catching up on The O.C. it's not because i originally wanted to, but it's actually not that bad a show. i can hate it for being grossly mainstream capitalist america, or i can just embrace the fact that at least music supervisors with good taste can still get work. the latter being more esoteric, of course, but also much more beneficial to me.
curious thing, though. i just finished watching the entire first season (did it in just under 36 hours, too) and, for the sake of getting to sleep eventually, made sure i had a copy of the first episode of the second season as well. just to tie up the stupid cliffhanger loose ends they put on the finales of those shows. anyhow, i made it through the first season feeling moderately moved, mostly because of the (totally unfair) inclusion of some really good scoring, such as jeff buckley's hallelujah, but i didn't actually feel a whole lot more empathy beyond just yelling at the screen at the characters i didn't like. the end, however, was a bit sad. whatever, though, right? it's supposed to be; it's a season finale.
fast forward.
i start watching the way the second season begins and i'm completely blown away. when seth didn't have his friend anymore, he sailed away to portland and frankly, nothing in the last few months has struck a chord like that. which is why i'm writing this in the first place.
at risk of sounding ridiculously sorry for myself and completely maudlin, i'm just going to be honest. i started crying my eyes out every time he was on screen. it should be no surprise that if there was a character on that show with whom i'd empathize the most, it would be seth, and i do. but that was mostly for obvious reasons, at least originally. i'm kind of a smartass and i like music and things like that. i was more of an indoor kid with an imagination, and granted, they paint with the broadest of strokes when they create tv-drama archetypes, but they fine-tuned seth to be a lot like me. thing is, this thought just flashed, screaming, through my head.
you have no one.
you can't run away because you have no one to leave you in the first place. it would seem rather untimely. here was a kid who didn't have a best friend. got a best friend. best friend left. and this is supposed to be easy for people to watch because it makes them feel better about their own relationships in the long run. they cry while watching the show, and then they go out for a beer and have a good week. i, on the other hand, do not feel like it's going to be a good week. mostly because of what got me here in the first place.
my phone hasn't rang in days. not even my family calls me. i don't feel that closeness with anyone. claire, a girl who, for all intents and purposes, i do not know, is the only person i've felt at all close to in the last few weeks. i know things are changing at an alarming rate for me, but they have been for about a year and a half now. let's be honest with ourselves this time, okay?
self? you there? it's me. i just want to point out that you put all of us into a person who turned out not to be the one. and she kept a lot of what you put into her. and you're not okay yet. you're a pretty clever bastard, and pretty self-aware, at least most of the time, but you seem to have missed the boat on this one. don't pretend that this is the first time you've found yourself crying uncontrollably because you feel so alone. don't pretend like you haven't decided about a half a dozen times that you really need to start seeing a therapist. you're writing this down as proof to yourself and to the world that occasionally, you feel this way. it's easy to forget if you try, but immortalizing it on paper (well, conceptual paper in this case) should jog your memory. stop pretending you're fine all the time. you're going to have bad days, and you're going to be bummed, and you're going to have good days too. that's not to say that it's all good or all bad, but it's clearly not right if you feel like this, even if it's only a transitory thing. so do yourself (and me) a favor and go get help soon. stop watching ridiculous tv drama. well, wait till you've caught yourself up on the rest of season two, of course. but then deal with your life. because it's been pretty crazy too. you're not getting into fights or sleeping with your ex-girlfriend's mother yet, but things haven't been exactly stable, either.
love - and i mean that,
me.
curious thing, though. i just finished watching the entire first season (did it in just under 36 hours, too) and, for the sake of getting to sleep eventually, made sure i had a copy of the first episode of the second season as well. just to tie up the stupid cliffhanger loose ends they put on the finales of those shows. anyhow, i made it through the first season feeling moderately moved, mostly because of the (totally unfair) inclusion of some really good scoring, such as jeff buckley's hallelujah, but i didn't actually feel a whole lot more empathy beyond just yelling at the screen at the characters i didn't like. the end, however, was a bit sad. whatever, though, right? it's supposed to be; it's a season finale.
fast forward.
i start watching the way the second season begins and i'm completely blown away. when seth didn't have his friend anymore, he sailed away to portland and frankly, nothing in the last few months has struck a chord like that. which is why i'm writing this in the first place.
at risk of sounding ridiculously sorry for myself and completely maudlin, i'm just going to be honest. i started crying my eyes out every time he was on screen. it should be no surprise that if there was a character on that show with whom i'd empathize the most, it would be seth, and i do. but that was mostly for obvious reasons, at least originally. i'm kind of a smartass and i like music and things like that. i was more of an indoor kid with an imagination, and granted, they paint with the broadest of strokes when they create tv-drama archetypes, but they fine-tuned seth to be a lot like me. thing is, this thought just flashed, screaming, through my head.
you have no one.
you can't run away because you have no one to leave you in the first place. it would seem rather untimely. here was a kid who didn't have a best friend. got a best friend. best friend left. and this is supposed to be easy for people to watch because it makes them feel better about their own relationships in the long run. they cry while watching the show, and then they go out for a beer and have a good week. i, on the other hand, do not feel like it's going to be a good week. mostly because of what got me here in the first place.
my phone hasn't rang in days. not even my family calls me. i don't feel that closeness with anyone. claire, a girl who, for all intents and purposes, i do not know, is the only person i've felt at all close to in the last few weeks. i know things are changing at an alarming rate for me, but they have been for about a year and a half now. let's be honest with ourselves this time, okay?
self? you there? it's me. i just want to point out that you put all of us into a person who turned out not to be the one. and she kept a lot of what you put into her. and you're not okay yet. you're a pretty clever bastard, and pretty self-aware, at least most of the time, but you seem to have missed the boat on this one. don't pretend that this is the first time you've found yourself crying uncontrollably because you feel so alone. don't pretend like you haven't decided about a half a dozen times that you really need to start seeing a therapist. you're writing this down as proof to yourself and to the world that occasionally, you feel this way. it's easy to forget if you try, but immortalizing it on paper (well, conceptual paper in this case) should jog your memory. stop pretending you're fine all the time. you're going to have bad days, and you're going to be bummed, and you're going to have good days too. that's not to say that it's all good or all bad, but it's clearly not right if you feel like this, even if it's only a transitory thing. so do yourself (and me) a favor and go get help soon. stop watching ridiculous tv drama. well, wait till you've caught yourself up on the rest of season two, of course. but then deal with your life. because it's been pretty crazy too. you're not getting into fights or sleeping with your ex-girlfriend's mother yet, but things haven't been exactly stable, either.
love - and i mean that,
me.
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