I grew up different...

Will & Grace, Friends, Dharma & Greg, and Seinfeld, all of these shows are fantastic sitcoms each of which began its run at some point in the 1990's, and each of which detailed the everyday problems of different groups of friends and/or lovers, all of whom were adults. 

Growing up, apart from playing GameBoy and hating school, I spent the majority of my time watching all these shows, immersing myself into the lives of these inhabitants of TV Land. For a half an hour at a time I befriended and/or fell in love with all these wonderful characters even though I had no true understanding of the situations they found themselves being pulled into, but I wanted to, I wanted to understand so bad, so I did what I could, I started acting like an adult. I figured maybe if I hung around adults more if I payed more attention to their conversations, their reactions, their beliefs, that maybe I'd be able to understand what was going on better. All the exposure into the world of adults led to a change in me, in fact, it led to one of the two biggest changes that occurred in me over the years. 

By the time I was 12, I was beginning to understand life better, I was beginning to understand people better, I was going through a sort of intellectual puberty that wouldnt hit most people I knew for another six or seven years, an intellectual puberty that still hasn't arrived for some 20+ year olds I know today. It was strange because from that point on I started analyzing most people I met in order to better understand people as a whole, in order to, going back to the original story, better understand the problems of all the people I met in my favorite sitcoms.Unfortunately once I finally understood, I also came to understand that these new intellectual and analytical skills I had acquired, basically, for the sole purpose of understanding my favorite sitcoms, were complete and utter overkill, it hit me that these were just sitcoms, just a form of entertainment for those who wanted to escape to a place much like the place they were trying to escape from, except that the new place was a lot funnier. 

Basically what I'm saying is that the pseudo-intellectual, über-critical, cynical, apathetic, understanding, kind-of knowledgeable person I am today is partly due to the need to understand the antics of my "friends": Will, Grace, Jack, Karen, Ross, Joey, Chandler, Phoebe, Monica, Rachel, Dharma, Greag, Jerry, George, Kramer, and Elaine. Thank you all, though it may seem a bit too strong of a feeling for fictional characters, I love you all, dearly.

-JollyOldDro

A weird dream I had...

I am a knight-in-training at an unnamed, modern, knight training school. I am there on scholarship because though I have excelled in certain fields indicative of someone who was meant to become a great knight I was of lower class so my family could not afford to pay the school’s tuition. At the school I am looked down upon by everyone because of my low class, even though I can keep up with all of them during training and class. One kid in particular hates me especially because I am the son of his father’s servants. He gives me hell. One day while I am studying in an empty room he comes at me with his sword and tries to kill me, in avoiding his swing I leave my cellphone which he then destroys, I am stuck alone without a phone about to be killed. I jump out of the classrooms window, it is a second floor window and I am conveniently saved because I fall straight into the hedges below the windows. I run towards my dorm but get lost in the Jousting training fields, I see the teacher and ask her where the Gloucester House is. She tells me that I have to pass both the Lancaster house and the Worcester House and that I would recognize where was from there. I ran past the first house then past the second, and then saw the Gloucester house I ran in, slowed to a creep and slowly moved towards my room and opened my door, he wasn’t there. I grabbed my sword and walked around the Gloucester house looking for him, I heard his voice, he was outside on the lawn. I walked out door, crept up slowly behind him, put my sword to his neck, he flinched but dared not. He had been beaten. With my sword on his neck I yelled out “RAH, let it be known that I could’ve killed Harry and did not. He unfairly challenged me and could not finish the job, I have evened things out and will not finish the job” then I softly whispered in his ear “you’ve been beaten Harry” he fell to his knees. Later that day I was awarded Harry’s rank and was given all his armor and he received all of mine, apart from a switch of swords, I had been awarded all that was his as well as his honor, he was now an outcast. And then I woke up.


-JollyOldDro