I just finished Mad Men, and I’m going to miss it so much.
I’m going to miss it because it’s a show about people who believe no-one loves them. And I believe only one person loves me and accepts me for who I am. That’s a lot more than most people have and I’m grateful, but generally I feel like people tolerate me at best. I know that’s irrational, and I know there might be a whole bunch of people who disagree. Thank you for that, truly. But it doesn’t change how my mind works. It’s just how I’m wired, I can’t help it. I’m trying to deal with it.
I’m generally not loved, and generally no-one likes me because I don’t say the things I’m supposed to say in order to be likeable. Mad Men made me feel like that’s normal. And now it’s gone and I don’t know what to do.
Bye Don and Peggy and Joan and Roger and Pete and Betty. Even Meredith. Thanks for the trip. Thanks for making me feel like I wasn’t a total fucking weirdo for not fitting in. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss you like hell.