May 07, 2004
Journal Entry 20 --- Thank God for good television
Is it me or is the Friends Phenomenon proving not that we as a society can fall in love and relate with six fictitious characters after a decade of watching them grow but proving that we as a society can’t commit to reality. We have so much time on are hand, and we are so lonely that rather then relate with and fall in love with six REAL people it’s easier to sit at home, grow fat and pretend that these NBC friends are our true buddies. This revelation doesn’t surprise me considering that we are so fucken gullible that our heart gets snagged on that tard on the Goodwill commercial who gets to go on a trip to Hawaii. And when did tards get passes to fly anyway? Doesn’t that affect their eyes or something? Plus the show to watch last night was ER. On that episode, one of the main characters had a miscarriage because her baby’s umbilical cord was tied in a not. Then she had to go through twenty-four hours of labor just to deliver a dead baby… Now that’s quality entertainment from the peacock right there. If I had $2 million dollars to spend on advertisement I would have spent it on a commercial during that show. In fact I might have spent it on the Goodwill commercial just to show what happens when you live through the experience of getting you umbilical cord tied in a not. Sure, you end up a tard working for a really nice flea market but you also can save up your $2.88 an hour and after ten years can fly off to Hawaii. (That is if it’s permitted.) Well I’m sorry if I am going to offend anyone who is apart of the Friends fan club. Talking bad about the show to those who lived the last ten years inside watching the series while shoving anxiety medication down their throat because the thought of holding a real relationship with anyone but Chandler Bing and the ninety-two cats on their lap throws them into a head spin; is like sneaking into a house of a someone who suffers from Social Anxiety disorder, blind folding them, tying them up, abducting them and driving them to Disneyland on the first Saturday of spring break. Though the truth is the people who wasted the last ten years with friends shouldn’t be jamming pills down their throat to make them feel better but should be jamming the piles of cat feces they left on the carpet into their gullet. I mean even the tard gets out and travels once in awhile.. How these six people related with anyone anyway is beyond me, they always got along for the most part. They didn’t even fuck each other over like real friends do. You can’t tell me that Joey wouldn’t have banged Rachel in the shitter muscle as soon as he found out that emotionally fagged up Ross loved her. COME ON, that’s how real buddies show their trust for each other. It’s like marking your territory. “Oh, you love that girl, I guess now is the time for me to show all of our friends who really is the alpha male. Hey Rachel... How YOU doing?” I sat and watched the last episode and I don’t understand why everyone was so sad. Chandler and Monica were only moving to a house for fuck me sake. They probably were moving just outside of New York City, get a hold of yourselves. It’s not like in your pretend world you wouldn’t see each other again. Hey that’s what phones and cars are for. The only one moving out of state is Joey and it’s for his movie career. He’ll be back in a year because he’s too fucking stupid to get a job as a waiter… Unless… Yeah, he can always apply for Goodwill. In ten years time we’ll watch an old episode and we will feel just like we did after the first time we saw a rerun of Threes Company…sadly embarrassed and even worse that we wasted a decade of our time and $2 million for a thirty second ad during their final episode. But who am I to judge, I just wasted two and a half hours of my time, 729 words and 8 paragraphs on a rant about Friends. LB
Posted by Lonnie at 04:10 PM
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