Lately I’ve had a little bit of extra time on my hands. My book is done, my body is in a fine place, and my love life is stable. So my Netflix game has been on overdrive.
I’d resisted watching Friday Night Lights for years despite the fact that every person I know tells me to watch it at least 43 times a day. There was absoultley nothing appealing about it in my opinion. Football = no. Texas = unclear. High School = never. But half out of wanting to shut everyone up and half out of seeing that Connie Britton was in it, I relented and watched the pilot.
That was 4 days ago. Today I’ll finish the entire fucking 3rd season. I’m UH-HUB-SESSED.
I love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, it. It’s less about football and more about life’s struggles in a middle class, Texas town struggling with it’s own identity and racism. So chic.
I’m currently pretend dating one of the characters on the show, Tim Riggins. Might seem like an obvious choice, but it’s not like that. He’s really complicated and deep. Trust me.
I feel so much better about myself now that that’s off my chest. Like a huge weight has been lifted. Thanks for listening.
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