Heroes returns
The premiere of Season Two of my favorite TV series was on last night.
Holy shit.
Words fail.
I swear, they're going to kill me with this waiting and suspense thing. I hate having to wait until next week.
I don't think I have ever loved a show more. Except Firefly. And Buffy. But even then, not as much. Not at this level.
Part of me thinks it's because for my entire life, I've had recurring and serial dreams where I had superhuman powers. Not because I wanted to be better or different, but because I wanted something better and simpler than the slightly damaged and broken body I already had. I wanted my brain to be stronger than my body. I wanted telekinesis and pyrokinesis and electrokinesis and biokinesis and everythingkinesis and all the other -kinesis powers. I wanted to fly. I wanted to create psychic shields and force fields. I wanted to step into other dimensions and astral planes. I wanted to be able to heal with just my hands and mind. I wanted to run fast and strong and feel free. I wanted telepathy and telempathy, so I knew how people would react when I did or said something. I wanted to not be so shy or awkward or socially inept.
I guess I wanted to be someone like Jean Grey from The X-Men. Not so much a Hero, just someone with a little extra. Something to release me from the confusion that was my body. Something that helped me feel confident, so I could talk to my peers easily, not feel so ashamed, not feel so scared. Not feel like I was tumbling down and down every time I tried to get involved with the world.
I wanted to have control over something.
(And therein lies some of the seed of anorexia nervosa, but that's another story.)
So, instead, harnessing my gifts as a writer, I wrote stories. Science fiction stories and fantasy stories. And all my characters had superhuman powers. They were flawed and human and imperfect, but they had those powers.
Guess why.
And then, this television show comes along, and with every episode that I watch, I get chills and surges of emotion.
They can say what they will about that show -- the naysayers, the detractors, the negative reviewers. I have my reasons for loving it, the concept and the stories and the characters.
My reasons.
That's all.
Thanks for listening.
Holy shit.
Words fail.
I swear, they're going to kill me with this waiting and suspense thing. I hate having to wait until next week.
I don't think I have ever loved a show more. Except Firefly. And Buffy. But even then, not as much. Not at this level.
Part of me thinks it's because for my entire life, I've had recurring and serial dreams where I had superhuman powers. Not because I wanted to be better or different, but because I wanted something better and simpler than the slightly damaged and broken body I already had. I wanted my brain to be stronger than my body. I wanted telekinesis and pyrokinesis and electrokinesis and biokinesis and everythingkinesis and all the other -kinesis powers. I wanted to fly. I wanted to create psychic shields and force fields. I wanted to step into other dimensions and astral planes. I wanted to be able to heal with just my hands and mind. I wanted to run fast and strong and feel free. I wanted telepathy and telempathy, so I knew how people would react when I did or said something. I wanted to not be so shy or awkward or socially inept.
I guess I wanted to be someone like Jean Grey from The X-Men. Not so much a Hero, just someone with a little extra. Something to release me from the confusion that was my body. Something that helped me feel confident, so I could talk to my peers easily, not feel so ashamed, not feel so scared. Not feel like I was tumbling down and down every time I tried to get involved with the world.
I wanted to have control over something.
(And therein lies some of the seed of anorexia nervosa, but that's another story.)
So, instead, harnessing my gifts as a writer, I wrote stories. Science fiction stories and fantasy stories. And all my characters had superhuman powers. They were flawed and human and imperfect, but they had those powers.
Guess why.
And then, this television show comes along, and with every episode that I watch, I get chills and surges of emotion.
They can say what they will about that show -- the naysayers, the detractors, the negative reviewers. I have my reasons for loving it, the concept and the stories and the characters.
My reasons.
That's all.
Thanks for listening.