A while back, someone recommended that I watch the show Misfits. I was watching other things at the time, so I didn’t watch it for ages, but they kept on trying to force it on me. They told me that one of the characters was an immortal, arrogant, narcissistic sociopath, and that I would like him. Now, I don’t know if it was the case, but the way they said it (and the fact that our relationship with each other was extremely temperamental) sounded like they were having a go at me, and saying that I would like him because I was the same.
Well I finally started watching Misfits last night. And let me tell you, I am addicted. I’m already up to the fourth episode of the second season. Thankfully I had forgotten about the immortality part by then – because who the fuck spoils the end of the first season as part of their recommendation of a show? But I spent the first couple of episodes wondering about this arrogant narcissistic sociopath. I figured out pretty quickly that Nathan was pretty arrogant and a tad (in the colloquial sense) narcissistic. But he’s definitely not a narcissist, and there is no sociopath in sight. And even more problematic – I do not like Nathan. Nathan is a dick. I can picture myself in a school or college environment with these people. Nathan and Kelly would be the classmates I actively disliked. They would be the Madisons and the Taylors who were antagonistic to me for no reason other than the fact that they could be. Curtis and Alisha would be the classmates who were too different to me for us to get along. We wouldn’t fight or anything; We’d just be in different groups. But Simon… Simon would be me. He would be quiet, and when he spoke it would seem forced and awkward. He would feel so invisible that he would be shocked whenever someone noticed him or knew who he was. He would retreat to his shows and games so much that they would be the only things he really knew how to talk about.
Simon is the character I like the best, because he is the only character I identify with. And if that person did in fact mean that comment the way I thought they did at the time, then it just shows that they knew me even less than I knew them. And that is just the final confirmation that we were never meant to be.