Yesterday Tash gave me the first season of 6 Feet Under.
I never knew what it was about, but I picked it up and put it in the DVD player on a whim today. I didn't know at all what to expect and oddly I found myself liking it. It's about the effects of death on life, something I can't say I ever understood.
I'm no good with death… or perhaps life for that matter. Tash knows and understands this, she sees how awkward I am around people who've lost a loved one, she takes the lead and eases me out of the picture before I embarass myself. No one important to me has ever died, my Grandfather died, but it wasn't a really big deal for me… it happened during a very transitional period of my life and didn't seem that important in the big scheme of what was going on at the time. It was just a small event to me.
I don't get very close to people. When Kyle tells me I'm his most consistent and longest lasting friend I don't know what to say… when my friend's daughter lists me in her "Extended Family" on her facebook profile I'm dumfounded. It's touching to think about things like that, but I don't know how to deal with them. Friends for the most part have always been alliances of common interest to me. I never really thought so before, but now that there are a few legitimate people in my life that I genuinely care about no matter what they do or say or have to offer I can see the difference.
I don't get invited to many weddings, I attend even less of them. Funerals are like inverse weddings, I think that the number of weddings you attend is likely proportionate to the number of funerals you'll attend later on. It's like the amount of hurt you experience is on-par with the joy.
I think I like 6 Feet Under. I'll go watch some more.