The world is aligned against me
Feb. 26th, 2007 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaaraHow is it that with every episode of Friday Night Lights, I fall more in love? *shakes fist*
Okay, so besides the fact that this was the stupidest title in the history of forever, wow.
I haven't ever been a parent. I'm not planning on it, at least not anytime soon. But the hopeless frustration, the anguish, the I need this kid to be okay just one more day, just one more day is something I've been dealing with ever since I started teaching, and it hits home every time.
Love the awkward not!sex and how Julie doesn't realize it's okay not to have sex until Matt mentions it. (And love how he needs her not to touch him for a minute afterward. Aww, little boy. *snuggles*)
Love how much Tyra cares about Tim, and how desperately Tim wants his family to work out, no matter how fractured it is. How he's never quite going to realize how much Tyra and his brother (why can't I remember his name? gah) love him. Tim and Dean, seriously. Need to form a support group. They could wear flannel and have a competition over who can cry single tears most prettily.
Love how the show now trusts us to care about the characters enough to feature them in an episode with no real football-plot development.
And love how the writers can yank me around with Buddy, make me like him in one episode and hate him in the next, make me want to strangle him and make me feel for him in the same goddamn forty minutes.
So, to recap, during this episode, I literally: laughed, cried, put hands over my eyes, made a small meep! sound, flailed at the computer screen, forgot to breathe until my chest started to hurt, and wanted to hug everyone so badly it sort of scared me.
This show is so emotionally draining sometimes, all I want to do is sit in a room with some candles and the cat and watch the snow.
Okay, so besides the fact that this was the stupidest title in the history of forever, wow.
I haven't ever been a parent. I'm not planning on it, at least not anytime soon. But the hopeless frustration, the anguish, the I need this kid to be okay just one more day, just one more day is something I've been dealing with ever since I started teaching, and it hits home every time.
Love the awkward not!sex and how Julie doesn't realize it's okay not to have sex until Matt mentions it. (And love how he needs her not to touch him for a minute afterward. Aww, little boy. *snuggles*)
Love how much Tyra cares about Tim, and how desperately Tim wants his family to work out, no matter how fractured it is. How he's never quite going to realize how much Tyra and his brother (why can't I remember his name? gah) love him. Tim and Dean, seriously. Need to form a support group. They could wear flannel and have a competition over who can cry single tears most prettily.
Love how the show now trusts us to care about the characters enough to feature them in an episode with no real football-plot development.
And love how the writers can yank me around with Buddy, make me like him in one episode and hate him in the next, make me want to strangle him and make me feel for him in the same goddamn forty minutes.
So, to recap, during this episode, I literally: laughed, cried, put hands over my eyes, made a small meep! sound, flailed at the computer screen, forgot to breathe until my chest started to hurt, and wanted to hug everyone so badly it sort of scared me.
This show is so emotionally draining sometimes, all I want to do is sit in a room with some candles and the cat and watch the snow.