The Office finale was on tonight. And, although I probably hate television in more ways than a dozen, a few shows really hit me as keepers. I didn’t start watching The Office until the summer before my last year of high school. In fact, the first person to say the words “The Office” to me was a past boyfriend. Somehow I came from sitting on my bed and blindly listening to him talk about the episode that was on while we talked on the phone that night (if only I could remember which episode it was) four years ago to tonight, when I actually shed tears at the end of a brilliant show.
Yes, I actually cried. That brings my tally of books or movies (or shows) that make me cry up to four.
Maybe I cried because I can’t stand leaving the past behind. One day long ago in June 2010, I hugged one of my best friends and thought about how blessed I was with the people I was acquainted with, those put into my life. And then somehow we all graduated, somehow we all moved on with our lives. But that senior year of high school, and actually in the last days of this past semester of college, I held onto each moment like it was my last with the people around me because I knew that once one era marker passed, we could never go back. And with the passing of “The Office,” well, an era of four years has passed. All of us are now wiser (we think) than we were back then. We’re all at turning points in our lives.
As for me? I feel like Pam, because as much as I try to hold onto the past, I know I have to move into the future.
One thing I am glad of: I never have to go through that hell known as high school ever again.