Not with my life, Jesus… just the blog.
I’m still happier than I’ve ever been!
But, maybe that’s the problem?
Now I’m thirty have I said all there is to say? Friends™ always seemed about people in their twenties. And yet, it can’t be… there’s six more years to go. Is it really worth it?!
Maybe it’s just that end of season feeling? Knowing Friends™ is building to some sort of climax as my own life carries on one day at a time. Often the same, what little threads there are left dangling and unresolved. Resolution for the issue with my brother impossible. Everything else sown up neatly. What happens after the happy ending?
Maybe I’m just feeling the same pre-finale malaise of the writers? Padding out time.
Maybe, if they’re too lazy to write a proper episode, relying on flashbacks, I shouldn’t bother either?
But no, Friends™ still has me whipped.
Much like me, Chandler and Joey are at a loss at what to do. People making babies (like my sister and Phoebe), people getting married (like Ross and my mate), and what are they doing?
Making an ass print on a sofa. Why do I feel like I've just been shaded by Friends™?
Looking for a way to inject some meaning into their life, Joey suggests they climb Everest. Pfft my Chandler’s already done that. So unoriginal!
Watch Die Hard™ again instead? The video store is too far. Oh, Netflix™ I love you…
I could do something with my life? Join the protests over our new unelected leader shutting down Parliament. Travel more? Do something about Climate Change?
Or just watch Friends™ again!
“The One With the Picnic Bench”
These flashbacks are making me realise how far things have come. And how many things have happened to get us to this point. Perhaps life doesn’t always need to be a season finale?
It’s as if the flashbacks are here to answer my comment about Rachel and Ross not being on and off – now we’re reminded of their whole journey as it leads to Ross’s wedding. So much of the comedy and drama of the last four years came from their off moments; it’s easy to forget how long things were ON for them. Between the pages, in the space between episodes.
Although, if the intention is to make it seem like they SHOULD be together, it’s having the opposite effect; given how many of these flashbacks are arguments and bad moments.
It’s all playing out over Ross’s decision whether to invite Rachel to his wedding. A decision I never had to face, having already fallen out of touch with the few serious loves I’d had before my wife.
Well, there’s always next time!
(Which might be soon if you keep making jokes like that…) – “Janice”
As if they hear my call, the writer’s flip it. Now we get Rachel’s flashbacks as she decides whether to attend the wedding.
It’s interesting seeing the different things they remember. Rachel more good and Ross more bad. It’s a strange thing about relationships and memory, even though you went through the same thing, you remember different bits. How things seem for one person can end up completely different for the other. Things that seemed huge for one can haunt them for years, whilst the other never gives it a second thought.
And how much is decided by your own position? Ross, happily engaged, remembers mostly bad stuff, putting up the walls to be able to move forward. But the heartbroken Rachel focuses on the good stuff, and let’s her fantasy continue.
And all I can think through all this is “POOR JULIE”. They really did a number on her…
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
With all this wedding chat I can’t help thinking back to my mates wedding in the summer.
He’s a bit of a hillbilly so there was already a lot of great stuff kicking about, setting logs on fire, cutting the cake with an axe, denim waistcoats. As you can imagine it was a pretty raucous affair! But towards the end I saw one of the best things I’ve ever seen.
A, slightly larger, friend of ours was sitting at a picnic bench after having one too many. I was in a similar state nearby, basking in the atmosphere, so my mouth dropped when I saw him slump. Not forwards, but BACKWARDS, flipping the whole picnic bench over with him! I’d never seen anything like it.
My wife and others rushed to help, but I was too stunned to move. It was like something from a Melissa McCarthy film. Absolutely amazing!
As we drunkenly said our goodbye’s I confessed to the bride and groom. “Guys, I know this is the best day of your life, well, guess what, MINE TOO.”
I’ll never see anything that brilliant again.