Mad Men

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.