FYI I STARTED THIS POST IN EARLY OCTOBER BUT SHOCKER I DIDN’T FINISH.
It’s here. My annual depression following time spent with my favorite kween from Queens. As I watched the final scene in the final episode of Ugly Betty, the usual melancholy feeling swept over my body. The tears were just the same, but this time there was a different variable thrown in the mix.
I watched Ugly Betty in my apartment this summer/fall. Usually, I’m done by mid August, or early September at the latest. However, the key word in that first sentence was apartment. Watching Betty fight for her dreams, (as I do the exact same thing in the exact same city), was almost uncomfortable at times. When Betty was upset her job cut overtime, I felt that on a spiritual level.
Preparing yourself to move out and pay bills is more than just watching someone else do it on Hulu. In fact, nothing can truly prepare you for it. Actually, I take that back. Jump off a cliff with a mattress and try to land on a parachute. Sounds about right.
However, Betty found her way just like we all do. We dream up this fantasy of what our twenties will be like, and then realize these years aren’t a rom-com. The rom-com also tricks us into believing that we will mysteriously be able to afford some huge loft apartment while going out with our friends literally every night. Oh Hollywood.
Betty on the other hand lived in a crap apartment, ate ramen for dinner, and scraped together every penny for rent each month. I too feel this on a spiritual level. Except for ramen, I may be broke, but I still have standards.
And by standards I mean literally thank the good Lord above Trader Joe’s is so cheap.
Betty and I grew closer than ever this year. We decided we’d rather fall on our asses than sit on them not trying. Only thing pulling us apart is the 2 year subway ride from Harlem to Jackson Heights.