I've mentioned before that my original intent was that blog would be something more than simply an episode-by-episode-analysis-slash-product-placement-catalogue; my original goal was to write more personal reflections and observations about the TV show that has meant so much to me. So here goes.
It sounds somewhat ideal for an antisocial type like me… but somehow it’s been pretty miserable. I’m utterly and completely alone out here. No wife, no kids, no dogs…. Just me, and the nocturnal clatter of various forest insects and critters, and the occasional spate of rain that batters the thin roof overhead like an onslaught of bullets.
This is my life in the shadow of The Twilight Zone. I am Serling’s isolated man, crushed beneath circumstances he can’t control (but likely brought on himself), despairing for human contact, cracking under the strain of loneliness. I am Mike Ferris, wandering through an empty town. I am James Corey, suffering through a life sentence on an asteroid. I am Captain James Embry, frantically searching for his lost crew in a sweltering desert.
Have I sufficiently driven my point home? I’m fucking lonely. After spending the first two months in a deep depression, I've started taking steps to improve my health, both physical and mental: I've recently joined a gym, I’m watching my calories, I've dramatically reduced my alcohol intake, and I’m starting to level out emotionally thanks to the antidepressant my doctor has prescribed. I've lost about 20 pounds so far and my outlook is gradually brightening.
So anyway, that’s where I've been (if anybody was wondering about the lack of blogging lately). As for the wife situation ---- I dunno, man. Depends on the day, sometimes the hour.
Quick trivia question: the title of this blog entry is a play on dialogue from a 70’s film with a Twilight Zone connection. Name the film and explain the connection, and you might just win a prize.