I have to admit, last night I found my first relatable moment on the HBO series GIRLS. I watch every week in near-complete denial that this show is the supposed “voice” of my generation, but this week they finally hit close to home.
The episode flashes back and forth between Marni and Hannah, who are both obviously feeling lost and unhappy in their current situations. Marni has just found out that the man she thought was her boyfriend is not as interested in a relationship, and Hannah is feeling lonely while also struggling with her writing, which still hasn’t made her a penny of income.
Near the end of the episode, they call each other for comfort (both near tears), but both act as if everything is alright – nothing could be better. This scene is the part that hit home.
Why do we do this (or am I the only one who has)? What changes in our mid-twenties that makes us shameful over our dissatisfaction with life? Are we so afraid of letting even our best friends know that we may have made a wrong decision, or that we’re not living the picture-perfect New York City (or whatever city) life we had imagined?
This doesn’t relate to me at this very moment – I’m actually quite secure and happy these days – but there have been moments in the past three years where I wished for a friend to talk to, but couldn’t bear the thought of actually disclosing my unhappiness. It all makes loneliness seem very self-inflicted. And, when I do finally swallow my pride enough to have a real conversation with someone who cares, I feel so much better. The right friend can not only comfort but also empower you.