The title to this reminds of the iconic line from Mean Girls when the random girl says ‘I just have a lot of feelings’ (She doesn’t even go here!). 2004 – What a time, but let me not digress.
During the last couple of months, after every episode of Euphoria, I go on social media and become immersed in the discourse around it. With any TV show or movie I watch, I love to go onto Twitter afterwards and be both entertained and mystified by the commentary on it.
That’s one of the perks of social media, right? The ability to be connected with complete strangers over a captivating piece of art/media and the dissection of it is a great bonus of technology. I get a good laugh at the endless memes surrounding unintentionally funny moments or big revelations. I am an odd duck in that I actually embrace spoilers – patience is not my strong suit.
However, in going through the tweets and other comments on each episode of Euphoria, I’ve noticed how powerful a lot of the subject matter is for many viewers. The raw depiction of a young woman’s struggles with addiction and mental health and how it trickles down to the people in her atmosphere is very honest, tangible and relatable.
The show has its lighter moments, which makes it a great mix of genres for people to sink their teeth into every week. Maddy vs. Cassie, while with deeper themes than petty high school BS, has become a national social media war of rationales. If you’re Team Cassie, I would NOT trust you around my partner is all I’m saying.
Many viewers feel ‘triggered’, sad and just generally uneasy about the heavy content of the show, but I realized I have little response to it in the way others seem to.
Maybe I’m just taking the show and others like it for what they are – entertainment. Granted, these stories are coming from very authentic spaces. Or maybe I’ve just seen enough and too much at the same time in my life that I’m barely fazed by it.
Am I just cold? Am I devoid of empathy, compassion and other similar emotions?
In the last few years, I’ve pondered this particular yin and yang of my personality. On one hand, I am very emotional – loud, enthusiastic, passionate, loyal, empathetic and so on. On the other, there are moments in time that I feel completely detached and lacking what others might feel about something similar.
I have recently cried while listening to ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran (if that doesn’t inspire feelings, maybe YOU are the heartless one), been on the verge of tears watching videos from The Dodo account, full of animal rescue tales (highly recommend) and felt that indescribable feeling of joy and peace being at the top of a hiking trail.
Then, I have had little to no poignant reaction in hearing about the latest school shooting, the daily headlines of America potentially going to war with Russia and am cautious, but rolling my eyes at any blurb I read about COVID at this point.
To backtrack, I think the reason Euphoria doesn’t strike a particularly emotional chord with me is because I have lived many of these scenarios and know many of these characters as real people in the flesh. Seeing it on TV (and done quite well in my opinion) is great, but not reinventing the wheel for me.
My mother was an alcoholic from when I was ten until the day she died. From hospital visits, breaking her arm falling in the bathroom, being in many rehabs and just deteriorating in front of the family, I’ve seen addiction in all its shades.
My brother had a few rocky years with substance abuse where he was more aggressive than usual, looked terrible, made sketchy choices and had little regard for others in general. I’ve had a Rue in my life.
One of my closest friends became addicted to pills after a bad car accident in our teenage years. From there on out, she was not the same person for another decade. She would lie and steal from whoever and whenever to get money for her fix – and that’s putting it kindly.
I was closely related to a situation where an acquaintance was left to die after an overdose by unsavory ‘friends’. In the ensuing aftermath, there was threat of severe retribution if anyone spoke up. That Laurie arc when Rue owed her money was wild though.
These situations are not just polarizing television entertainment – they’re real life.
On the less heavy end, these high school dynamics are all par for the course to many. An abusive, on again, off again boyfriend. A backstabbing best friend. Identity crises and figuring out your sexuality.
These are all common, run of the mill type of stereotypes and regular incidents.
So, for me, I don’t see anything that I haven’t already seen twenty times over or anything that I didn’t once feel all the emotions for.
Back to real life though. I find myself feeling like maybe I’m just being point blank ignorant in regards to the daily news. I’m not actively dismissing it or not understanding the gravity of it, but maybe I’ve just become so desensitized to the constant chaos that it’s just another Monday in America.
School shootings are a very horrific pandemic all their own that has been plaguing our country for a solid 20+ years now. I remember the coverage of Columbine in 1999. In recent times, it has exploded and there is not a week that goes by where you won’t read about a student opening fire on classmates and faculty.
We all know about Sandy Hook and Parkland, but those are the ones that garnered so much more press for whatever reason. The other hundreds get a blip of time on the 5 o’clock report and then it’s onto which hair care product is most effective. I like Suave because I’m on a budget.
For me, I see this and the repetition of it all and just shake my head in disbelief. Ten seconds later though, I keep my day going and it’s like nothing monumental happened.
It’s been said we’re on the brink of World War 3 for a while now and given the increasingly fragile and chaotic state of the world, it may very well be coming before we know it.
I don’t know all the semantics of the Russia situation and quite honestly, our government and news outlets have historically spun many things to their favor. Whatever the case, it’s a scary possibility and it’s easy to not give it much thought until someone we love gets blown away in a bombing. It’s easy to be passive when you’re not directly affected.
But what can any of us do really about that type of situation? I worry about it, but then detach myself from the moment because it’s genuinely out of my hands.
More in our daily lives, the pandemic is still a very real problem. The country has reached a level of complacency with it, where some have abandoned even the basic common courtesy they were barely upholding since March 2020 and others are going about their lives, but being considerate of others.
At this point, we’ve all, in one way or another, become used to living in a pandemic-filled world. This seems to be it, folks. We can wear our masks at the supermarket, get vaccinated if we want, stay home if we feel like shit and yeah – other than that, it appears to just be life now.
But I don’t think that’s necessarily being unemotional, ignorant or disassociating from the psychological implications of it.
I think that’s just feeling the weight of the state of affairs for a while, adjusting your mentality and expectations to the circumstances and then trying to keep your life moving. What else can you do?
Otherwise, mental institutions would be overrun and making their money tenfold. We all belong in Bellevue though given the right day. It actually might be a nice break. And I say that as someone who has all-encompassing OCD, so don’t come for me about mental health jokes.
Simply put and said often, humans are multilayered creatures. None of us are just ONE thing or unable to shift perspective and change our opinions on matters.
I wondered for a while if some of the experiences in my life have turned me into someone who was becoming cold, hardened by life and bereft of all the qualities I mentioned before – warmth, empathy, compassion etc.
From addiction to death to grief to the occasional discontent with life, I, like any other, have been through some shit.
It’s easy to see someone who comes across as bitter, hollow or unenjoyable and make assumptions, but maybe they’ve just become that way as a result of events we know nothing about.
What I came to realize about myself is that I most definitely am not those things – yet (check back in 10 years). If anything, I appreciate this balancing act and see the benefit of being detached. I’ve learned through the heavier times what I can and cannot give my time and energy to.
Life is a beautiful journey, but it comes with painful detours. As a result, you become more in tune with yourself as to what you can feel ALL the damn feelings about and what shouldn’t probably become all-consuming.
So, if I let a few tears go at a scene out of an episode of Queer Eye (Yes, you read that right), but don’t get overly emotional about my friend’s newborn baby, just know that I’m not a complete monster – for that reason anyway.