This is the World We Live in
I used to measure life in Joss Whedon-isms...more specifically, seasons of Buffy. Each season has a particular theme...a certain feel to it that relates to growing up, to becoming an adult, and dealing with life in the real world. Sometime over the last few years though, I stopped relating to it. In fact, until it began airing again on Logo recently, I'd all together stopped watching it too.
I suppose the reason is this: in Sunnydale (or what used to be Sunnydale), things are often very black and white. There was always a bad guy/evil to fight, always a resolution, and always a win for the good guys at the end of the day. The show felt safe since you knew they eventually, the Scooby gang would always prevail by season's end.
Angel (the spin-off series, not the specific character) told a much different story. The show had a lot more shades of gray in between those black and white tones. It often blurred the lines between good and evil, win and loss, and end versus beginning. And I'm not just talking about the series finale either. If any Whedon show tried to metaphorically portray life in the real world, this show's allegories came closer than most other Whedonverses.
What's the point of all this rambling, you ask? The more I live, the less I know these days. The more I get to know people, the less I really believe they're sharing about themselves as a whole. And all of the decisions, the dinners, the drama...everything all leads to a large mess of confusion rather than a definite happy ending. Perhaps it's better that way though; if everyone knew they'd get a happy ending, the journey there wouldn't be half as fun.
As for me...well, I have more answers, but feel like I have so much further to go before I feel comfortable in this new skin. (In case you missed the memo, I'm dating someone again for the first time in around two years.) While simply reaching that initial hurdle seemed like climbing a mountain, the race down the other side has become just as exciting and arduous. And I'm loving every moment of it.
I suppose the reason is this: in Sunnydale (or what used to be Sunnydale), things are often very black and white. There was always a bad guy/evil to fight, always a resolution, and always a win for the good guys at the end of the day. The show felt safe since you knew they eventually, the Scooby gang would always prevail by season's end.
Angel (the spin-off series, not the specific character) told a much different story. The show had a lot more shades of gray in between those black and white tones. It often blurred the lines between good and evil, win and loss, and end versus beginning. And I'm not just talking about the series finale either. If any Whedon show tried to metaphorically portray life in the real world, this show's allegories came closer than most other Whedonverses.
What's the point of all this rambling, you ask? The more I live, the less I know these days. The more I get to know people, the less I really believe they're sharing about themselves as a whole. And all of the decisions, the dinners, the drama...everything all leads to a large mess of confusion rather than a definite happy ending. Perhaps it's better that way though; if everyone knew they'd get a happy ending, the journey there wouldn't be half as fun.
As for me...well, I have more answers, but feel like I have so much further to go before I feel comfortable in this new skin. (In case you missed the memo, I'm dating someone again for the first time in around two years.) While simply reaching that initial hurdle seemed like climbing a mountain, the race down the other side has become just as exciting and arduous. And I'm loving every moment of it.