You're My Boo, Radley

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How many episodes of Girls did you give a chance to? From episode 3 forward it has been great.

Sadly, I have watched every episode of Girls. I don’t know why I keep clicking “play.” I think it’s hate-watching at this point. But I’m drawn to it. Like eating three-day-old pizza or watching TMZ when it comes on after Jeopardy!.

My name is Harry, and I’m part of the problem.

This is my exact experience.

Also, for the record, it has not been “great” since episode three. It has been just as self-unaware and entitled and has taken itself just as seriously since episode three. And I spend just as much time whining to Anna about how much I hate every last character as I did in the first three episodes.

Also, y’all. Seriously. It’s not that funny. I have laughed out loud exactly zero times.

It is a really fucking depressing day in my office today. Sometimes I really hate our justice system.

Dawson’s Creek on Netflix has a different theme song and I am NOT happy about it.

So in three days it will have been exactly a year since I moved home.  I intended to only be here for a short time before moving up to DC, but life had other plans and so here I stay.

I like being here.  I like being at the beach, I like being near my family.  It’s a fairly simple, quiet life.  And it’s cheap as hell.  I live alone, in a one-bedroom apartment with a dining room, and I pay $575 a month.  It is full of furniture I chose and decorated with art I love.  I like that.  I like having my own space to fill as I see fit - a luxury I would not be afforded in DC or NYC or Boston or Chicago.

But I feel like I’m…missing something, not living in a city.  Like there’s this whole world happening and I’m not a part of it, tucked away in my little hamlet in North Carolina.  My friends post pictures on Facebook or Tumblr of the things they’re seeing and the places they’re going, and I long for the noise and the grit and the bustle of the city.  I liked feeling like I was in the middle of something - something if not important than at least alive - when I was in Boston.  I don’t feel that same urgency to stay aware and to stay current and connected here that I did there.

I don’t really know what my point is.  I have feelings.