About Good Mad and From
Post 2022:
Stories we watch or read serve a billion purposes. One that I’m growing to appreciate—sometimes they can make you mad.
Really. Really mad.
I’ll explain briefly. I made a decision to watch From, a series that’s been going for several years now. It pops up on my amazon screen all the time, so I figured I’d give it a shot. I don’t want to be hyperbolic, but it is one of the biggest piles of fraudulent garbage I’ve ever seen. It makes Yellowstone look like The Wire. No, that doesn’t quite get my point across. Imagine forty hours of taking one step forward and two steps back, all the while becoming dumber and essentially numb to existence.
Nothing makes sense. There are no characters. There is no story and no answers. It’s like Lost without sensical dialogue or intriguing (but ultimately pointless) backstories. Lost is frigging Shakespeare compared to this.
Anyway, pretty sure it’s popular. Think they’re doing another season. I assume there are some people who like it, but who knows these days. Maybe it’s the tail wagging the dog—them saying that it’s popular until it actually gets popular. Is that what that expression means? Whatever.
You should ask, why would I watch this pile of refuse if it makes me so mad? Truthfully, I’m still trying to fully understand it myself. Part of me harbors the tiniest smidge of a hope that they’ll actually do something substantive, but it’s like my hope of winning the lottery and then winning it again the next week.
No, I think it’s how it makes me mad.
I get to seethe and tell myself I’d do better with the same resources and opportunities, I get to make fun of terrible dialogue and the incredible waste of time and energy the actors are putting forth attempting to emote this claptrap.
You might ask, is that healthy? Probably not. It’s petty and mean-spirited, surely. I’d like to be a better person, one who tries to see the good in everything. But hey, isn’t that what I’m doing?
Because I’m taking what is essentially narrative excrement and using it to let out any negative vibes that may be trying to hide under my skin. I shake my head, grumble, complain, and get on with my life. That’s it. Over. Good mad, I call it.
I could care about real things and get different mad, bad mad, where I want to dislike other real people. No, I’ll stick with good mad as much as I can. This way I can still live life like a human and feel superior to made up people and the rich people that irresponsibly make them up. It works for everyone. Cheers and see you after.
