Digging Myself a Deeper Hole

I’m already in the negative. It’s Monday.

I really just want to go to sleep right now. I didn’t sleep well last night. But I also want to stay up later for Friends. We’ve probably seen the whole series a dozen times, but it’s still pretty funny.

I was anti-Friends when it first came out because of how trendy it was. That was all. I disliked it specifically because it was trendy. Kind of short-sighted, right? I can be that way.

But then it was on the TV one night in our early 20s while we were staying over my parents’ house, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It was really quite funny. So we started watching it then, I think instead of Whose Line Is It Anyway? We might’ve been Whose-Lined out by then. It happens, readers, it happens.

I like funny shows. I like dramas, too, sometimes, but I gravitate toward comedy, more often than not.

My dad saved me in seventh grade with a sense of humor. It was the worst depression I ever had. I had no friends at school, no one except teachers talked to me, and I came home crying everyday, but he always found a way to make me laugh in spite of my unfortunate situation.

Comedy, Pearl Jam, and the ocean. All lifesavers for a broken-hearted teenager.