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A storybook.

Pretty much since I can remember, I’ve had a hard time swallowing any ending to a movie/TV show/book/whatever that isn’t unanimously happy; this probably explains my unhealthy fixation I had on The Little Mermaid (and to a lesser extent its ilk, but the clamshell bra won me over) until pretty recently. I’ve just watched the finale of Daria and I dunno, I feel a bit weird. Kind of like that feeling you get after a break-up, I guess.

Now, this doesn’t necessarily suggest any sort of problem; I’m sure that most people would say they prefer to read a happy ending as opposed to a sad one. But I also have this habit of forming my life expectations around the notion of a happy ending. Again this is probably not what one would call unhealthy, but I guess I thought I was more grounded than that?

As a hypothetical, let’s assume that my life doesn’t turn out in whatever way I’ve planned it to (strictly hypothetical, my life will rule); what then? I don’t exactly make it my business to keep my options open, and that stems from pretty much what I’ve said above. So yeah, I’m not sure. Does it mean I’d wind up clinging to whatever the hell I could and trying to assemble something bearing a resemblance piecemeal? Maybe.

Fuck it, I’m venting. It’s been a long time since I’ve bothered writing anything about myself, and it shows; this paragraph is the first with an opening sentence that doesn’t use a semi-colon. It’s interesting how a TV show can do that to you though, especially one about teenagers. You know full well that they’re headed for a whole lot of issues, and you don’t get to see it. It’s that uncertainty that bugs me, probably because it makes me consider the uncertainty in my own life.

In the last episode of Season One, a succession of supporting characters approach Daria for some spur-of-the-moment grief counselling after the untimely death of a jerk. That’s not really important though, what’s important is this:

Jane Lane: When they say “you’re always unhappy Daria”, what they mean is: “You think Daria, I can tell because you don’t smile. Now this guy died and its making me think and that hurts my little head and makes me stop smiling. So tell me how you cope with thinking all the time Daria until I can get back to my normal vegetable state”.

Is that me?