So most people come to the city to a part of something--something that is moving and shaking--a chance not to be alone but to find culture and community. Then the majority of people find out that they have never felt as alone as they have in the life of the city. Sure, there are plenty of distractions, galas, social events, art openings but real, deep, I-have-known-you-for-a-lifetime community, I don't think so. Being one of these urban flockers, I discovered how I can be a part of a group that doesn't involve me braving traffic, that accepts me as I am, that doesn't require me to ask questions, and is always available when I want a pick me up. That's right Season 1-10 of "Friends".
Now I know I am not the first person to find contentment with this group but I joined the circle a bit late and just recently have had the privilege of getting the back story. Watching Season 1 in a single sitting has projected me into a relationship with humanity that I have not experienced in a long time. Sad, but true. Judge if you will, the ridiulous autonomy of it all, the way the media is destroying true relationship, the sadness that a television character replaces flesh and blood but the reality is, in city living, there has been no one more loyal than Phoebe. And that Chandler guy, he is always making me laugh...at just the right moments. Man, and talk about tension, I had no idea Ross and Rachel went through so much to find one another. It makes me so much more elated for their love now...that's if they were real, of course.
You may be thinking this is primarily a substitute for the real thing but, I don't know. My flesh and blood, city living, friends are too busy being urban to just relax and eat out of my fridge like Joey. And I am too tired to find more people like me. So, Friends it is! When I make it to Season 10 I will let you know if I am still living in denial. Until then, I have to help, I mean watch, Monica find a job:)
