… your job’s a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s DOA!
Let it be said that if there’s one great thing about belonging to my generation, it’s the fact that it’s the Friends generation.
I super love this show. In fact, I love it so much that I have a DVD of the entire ten seasons which I watch over and over when I’m depressed. I actually cried when the show ended. And to this day, I think it was because of this show that my love for coffee shops and for everything New York festered.
And it’s not just their humor that sets them apart. Other shows that came after Friends can even be considered funnier, i.e., Modern Family, The Big Bang Theory, to name a few. I suppose it’s the characters and how relatable they are that made this show remarkable. Among the female characters, it’s Phoebe I can easily relate to because she’s the one who can laugh at herself— a trait which (ahem) I’m proud to possess. Deep inside, however, I think I’m really Chandler— smart but self-deprecating, loyal to a fault, funny, and (sigh) in love with his best friend. Haha. That was so coming and you knew it.
So obviously, I’ve been watching Friends again. And obviously, I’ve been wishing for a Monica-Chandler ending again. And obviously, I’m realizing again for the nth time that that’s not so likely. After all, the show is entitled Friends. And in the end, friendship— only friendship— is what it’s all about. And the sad part? I was actually told that if I fight for what I want, life is gonna be this way. Sigh.