Short Break #2
Welcome back to another short break.
My comfort show is quite unusual. You know, the show that you watch when you’re confused or need some background music for your lunch/dinner. Most of the people I know default to comedies like Friends/Modern Family/insert other popular sitcom name here.
But for me, my favorite comfort show has always been Rick and Morty. The wacky, zany, and often disgusting adult animated show made by Justin Roiland and Dan Harmon.
I once read that a lot of people watch the same shows over and over again to reduce anxiety — because you know exactly what will happen, every single time.
For me, Rick and Morty is the best comfort show because I always am constantly surprised, no matter how many times I watch it. There’s always a small detail I missed, or a joke that went over my head, or some raunchy event that I completely erased from my memory.
Even though my favorite show will always be Bojack Horseman, I can’t bring myself to watch that show over and over again. There’s too much pain in Bojack — it’s a show with a constant layer of sadness hanging over it.
But Rick and Morty manages to balance all of its wacky hijinks and hilarious jokes with just enough symbols of vulnerability. A moment when Rick falters and tells Morty about how he truly loves him, or when Beth and Jerry make up, or when Summer and Morty team up.
In a show where everything almost always goes wrong, sometimes things go right. And that gives hope for my life.
I don’t really have any direction right now. For analogy purposes, I’m no better than a drunk genius scientist floating around in space — just minus the genius part. And the spaceship. And the drunkeness.
But if things can go right for Rick and Morty, then maybe there’s hope for me too.
I’ve been listening to my Discover Weekly more. It’s really hit and miss. Sometimes I wish I could just put all of the top 100 songs I’ve ever liked in one playlist and generate songs off of those.
But there’s also a really fun part about finding a song from a band that you never knew existed and listening to it for the first time and finding out that it’s the most amazing song ever and that it makes you feel things you’ve never really felt before.
I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately, mostly involuntarily. I don’t wish to die, but I think about what would happen if I died.
I like to hope that I’ll be remembered. But then I feel selfish for thinking so, so I just hope that I had some positive impact on people’s lives, even if I one day cease to be remembered.
It’s a sad thing to think that you go from being born, to dying, to living in people’s memories, until one day only one person will remember you, and they’ll have one last thought about you, and then they won’t think about you ever again. And that’s when you’ve ceased to exist permanently.
Maybe that’s why we write, and paint, and work, and build, and take photos. So we have some physical presence in this world that will exist long when we are not even a memory.
I watched a video of the late Norm MacDonald, and he said something along the lines of “When people die, usually they want everyone else to have a party. But there’s time to party later. I just died.”
I’m not really sure what I want when I die. Maybe that’s a decision for later.
See you in the next break.
