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so stay sweetly numb
Apr. 25th, 2008 08:50 amAh, TNT. Messing with my head and proving that it's not just smell or the sound of a particular song that can vault you back through time. TV can, too! If you're, y'know, weird enough. For those not keeping up because they don't have forty-five minutes to kill in the morning, we've moved onto the Groo episodes. Which is just all sorts of awesome, if you ignore the fact that it means we'll be hitting the Wes-steals-the-baby-and-it-all-gets-fucked-up section in about two seconds. I know how some people feel about that. Anyway. I love Groo. Which put me in the minority back then, and I imagine I'm not any less lonely these days. :P
Problem is, for all the Groo love, there's the being able to identify all too well with Angel/Wesley. Cuz good lord, if there's one thing I understand, it's loneliness. Painful, soul sucking, spirit crushing loneliness. Yeah, I get that. Then... and now. Differently, but only if you squint, I suppose. I'm trying to remember if I was single, but still hopelessly hung up on him, or if it was just waiting nine billion years to see him. I suspect it was single. It doesn't make a big difference, except that if it was just waiting, I wasn't plotting to kill someone named Starr. Incidentally, I've yet to meet a Starr I like. Or hear about a Starr I'd like. Perhaps it's just not meant to be, what with my fairly old fashioned name and Starr begging for a stripper pole?
What? Don't look at me like that.
Anyway, I think I'm going to have to find something else to watch to avoid the lonely flood coming back. I'm bad enough as it is, I don't need to add the memory to the real thing. Sometimes I wonder if we'd have imploded long ago if we lived close enough to see each other on anything even closely resembling a normal basis. If we don't keep coming back together for little more than complete and total fear that we've just overlooked something really important. Other times I wonder if there's actually anything, or I'm imagining the whole thing.
And this is why I need my morning Pepsi.
Problem is, for all the Groo love, there's the being able to identify all too well with Angel/Wesley. Cuz good lord, if there's one thing I understand, it's loneliness. Painful, soul sucking, spirit crushing loneliness. Yeah, I get that. Then... and now. Differently, but only if you squint, I suppose. I'm trying to remember if I was single, but still hopelessly hung up on him, or if it was just waiting nine billion years to see him. I suspect it was single. It doesn't make a big difference, except that if it was just waiting, I wasn't plotting to kill someone named Starr. Incidentally, I've yet to meet a Starr I like. Or hear about a Starr I'd like. Perhaps it's just not meant to be, what with my fairly old fashioned name and Starr begging for a stripper pole?
What? Don't look at me like that.
Anyway, I think I'm going to have to find something else to watch to avoid the lonely flood coming back. I'm bad enough as it is, I don't need to add the memory to the real thing. Sometimes I wonder if we'd have imploded long ago if we lived close enough to see each other on anything even closely resembling a normal basis. If we don't keep coming back together for little more than complete and total fear that we've just overlooked something really important. Other times I wonder if there's actually anything, or I'm imagining the whole thing.
And this is why I need my morning Pepsi.
