So, I’m 38. Prior to 2015 I have watched one episode of...

So, I’m 38.

Prior to 2015 I have watched one episode of Friends. Not that I hated it or anything, I just didn’t watch it. I didn’t watch a lot during the time it was broadcast.

Thanks to Netflix, I am now addicted to Friends. It’s cute and funny and stupid and pleasant.

I’ve discovered myself longing for imaginary friends who never existed, false memories of things I’ve never done, and pining for a twenty-something year old life with the simplicity, ease, and humor that only exists in one place and that place is on the show Friends.

I get it now. It’s a drug made of faux nostalgia for times and places that either never existed or I was too young to really be a part of. But goddammit, it makes the present world disappear. The dream of simpler times. The simpler times of Friends.

I’m going to write my dissertation about the inherent loneliness and isolation that results from watching Friends and its impact on Generation X.

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