I forgot the linchpin in my thing about B last journal, the guy who I was thinking might be gay (/into me). So after he found out I was gay and showed special interest in me, I messaged him, this obscure acquaintance: Wanna hang out sometime or something?
Then he replies, same day: sure.
lol, i dont know what we would talk about or do, but yeah
HA. Does it get any gayer than that?
Honestly though, after that, I forgot about him, just as I've been doing again, surrounded by other things. This, however, is one I should probably pursue asap, I might regret it someday if I don't.
I've restarted watching Six Feet Under again, I'm thinking I'll get someone to watch it with me. Six Feet Under is to TV what War and Peace is to books: simple and subtle, yet so finely crafted it becomes not just a work of art but a dictionary of life, that it grasps the core of humanity and makes us feel it in all its inadequacy, a monumental work that stands head and shoulders above almost all other creations of the genre.
I think I talked about watching it for the first time in my journals a few years ago: it was the first, and so far, only time I cried during a TV show (the finale).
Maybe I want to watch Six Feet Under as simply a way for substituting the fascinating lives of the Fishers into my hollow shell, crushed under by high school and the million pressures of a soulless world.
I don't even know, I'm just being random now for something to say.
But, truly. Six Feet Under is a show about the Fisher family, who own a funeral home, and the show is just these somewhat dramatic, philosophical people living.
Anyway, I have to get back to my own soulless life now. Good day.