This felt as if you ripped this out of the pages of someone’s diary. It was so raw and tugged at every single heartstring imaginable. It’s crazy how I can relate to someone as much as Conrad Jarrett even through our circumstances are different. I think it’s just expectations honestly. The expectations people set for you, the ones you set for yourself, and the everlasting fear that you’ll never be satisfied with your life because of the experiences you wish to forget.
Also, seeing Mary Tyler Moore as a cold-hearted woman with no genuine remorse about the way she treats her only surviving son is insane considering she’s a sitcom icon with a perpetual smile on her face. She treats her son the same way she did when Buck was alive, and deep down blames him for everything that happened, never once understanding the error of her ways. She shoves his french toast down the drain the moment she says he’s not hungry. He hugs her and she treats it like it’s a foreign custom. Otherworldly.
This felt as if you ripped this out of the pages of someone’s diary. It was so raw and tugged at every single heartstring imaginable. It’s crazy how I can relate to someone as much as Conrad Jarrett even through our circumstances are different. I think it’s just expectations honestly. The expectations people set for you, the ones you set for yourself, and the everlasting fear that you’ll never be satisfied with your life because of the experiences you wish to forget.
Also, seeing Mary Tyler Moore as a cold-hearted woman with no genuine remorse about the way she treats her only surviving son is insane considering she’s a sitcom icon with a perpetual smile on her face. She treats her son the same way she did when Buck was alive, and deep down blames him for everything that happened, never once understanding the error of her ways. She shoves his french toast down the drain the moment she says he’s not hungry. He hugs her and she treats it like it’s a foreign custom. Otherworldly.