I have been catching up with the series “Six Feet Under” lately. Superman let me borrow his copy of the entire series, so I have been watching. I have noticed a few trends within each show:
- Saying the f-word a lot
- Sexuality (gay and straight)
- The mother’s outbursts (sometimes laced with swearing)
- A call being sent or received on a cell phone
- The dark lighting
- Casual drug use
- Male nudity (especially early on in the series)
- Death
It’s always offsetting to me that the show opens with someone’s death. It’s weird having a show start but not seeing any of the main characters for the first few minutes. It’s like trying to identify as quickly as possible with strangers.
I’d like to say that I identify most with Claire, but in reality I’m probably most like Nate (without the headaches).
To warn you, I’m currently only half way through Season 2 so please don’t tell me whatever happens after that.
Let me just say that I didn’t include female nudity in the list above because I don’t have a problem with that. I’m all for female nudity in all its wonderful forms. I can appreciate it less when there’s a dead female lying on the table completely undressed. That’s not what I consider “good” nudity.
I found out what a good support system I have when I lost my job. My phone was ringing off the hook on Friday. I ended up going to lunch with Superman but was generally uneasy the whole time. There is a certain energy that goes into working a job. I call it “getting my game face on” and walking into the office. You need that energy to get through the day and when you don’t go to that place to expend that energy it has nowhere to go.
Maybe call it a nervous energy or an adrenaline rush… whatever. That morning coffee may induce it but whatever it is – it gets you through the day. It is producing lemonade but having no pitchers in which to put it. It is that feeling like you’ve done nothing all day, accomplished nothing, and then getting up the next day and doing it all over again.
I am not like this. I am a working person until the day I can’t work – or until I have enough money I don’t need to work. I’m not old enough yet, I’m not weak enough, and I’m not rich enough.
I’m sure there’s something I could be doing besides this.