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The thing about watching too many American sitcoms is that you start to believe that real life can be that way. Or should be that way. But the truth is that it couldn't be more different.
There are no Sandy Cohens or Keith Scotts, people you can turn to and count on to make everything all right. You don't stop seeing one hot chick and jump into the waiting arms of another hot chick just hours later. There are no strange lesbian twists, and that isn't half as much of a turn on as it is disturbing. There are no creepy strangers pretending to be your long-lost half-brother, and thank God for that. But there are problems, there is hurting, there is pain. That much is real, so very real.
What makes it more difficult is that these things don't go away in the span of an episode (or two). The heartwarming resolutions don't happen overnight, and rarely are there moments when a simple redeeming act or a heartfelt message can make everything all right again. Life doesn't work that way; it takes time, it takes patience, it takes hard work from everybody to make it work.
It's hard, but there are lights at the end of the tunnels... you have to believe that. Things do get better... as long as you put in the work and keep the faith. And there are friends around to take the burden off you, even if they don't come up with far-fetched plans such as trips to Mexico, or if they don't happen to be your basketball teammate / mortal enemy / trusted friend / best friend-in-law / half-brother.
With life, each night is a season-ender, each day a season-premiere. And you just have to keep doing what you can to avoid cancellation.
There are no Sandy Cohens or Keith Scotts, people you can turn to and count on to make everything all right. You don't stop seeing one hot chick and jump into the waiting arms of another hot chick just hours later. There are no strange lesbian twists, and that isn't half as much of a turn on as it is disturbing. There are no creepy strangers pretending to be your long-lost half-brother, and thank God for that. But there are problems, there is hurting, there is pain. That much is real, so very real.
What makes it more difficult is that these things don't go away in the span of an episode (or two). The heartwarming resolutions don't happen overnight, and rarely are there moments when a simple redeeming act or a heartfelt message can make everything all right again. Life doesn't work that way; it takes time, it takes patience, it takes hard work from everybody to make it work.
It's hard, but there are lights at the end of the tunnels... you have to believe that. Things do get better... as long as you put in the work and keep the faith. And there are friends around to take the burden off you, even if they don't come up with far-fetched plans such as trips to Mexico, or if they don't happen to be your basketball teammate / mortal enemy / trusted friend / best friend-in-law / half-brother.
With life, each night is a season-ender, each day a season-premiere. And you just have to keep doing what you can to avoid cancellation.