That show is the enormously underrated, assuredly award-winning Don't Trust the B---- in Apartment 23.
Long story short, Midwestern blonde bitch moves to NYC and has a sassy and fabulous roommate with which to have endless shenanigans that end in quirky life lessons. In the aforementioned episode, the sassy fabulous one teaches the Midwestern blonde one that she never really wanted to be with that boy she liked in 7th grade, but only thought she did because she never got it out of her system and kept asking, "What if?"
Essentially, there are a lot of awesome things going on in my life. I have my own apartment. I pay my own bills. I discovered an amazing hairstyle that over-compliments my bone structure. I have a job I thought I had no business doing but somehow ended up being really good at. Hell, I was just asked to come back to be seen by the artistic team of a Broadway show...OK, it's on a cruise ship, but still. Six months later, somebody is still interested in me.
So 24 years later, why am I not still interested in myself?
Because I let a boy get to me. Because for years, I've been treating him like the one that got away, when in reality
I let myself get away.
*clutch tissues to mouth and squint eyes*
I moved back to Chicago for a lot of strange reasons. For one, I really wanted to party here for New Year's Eve and couldn't afford a round-trip ticket. I also felt like I had to prove I wasn't wasting my brain while trying to be an actor. There's also an insane reunion of my a cappella group next weekend that I was worried I wouldn't get to be a part of because I was such a great actor and would surely be filming somewhere.
But to be bluntly honest, I sort of thought love-struck 17 year old me had some unfinished business to move back for.
OK FINE I WAS 18! I just don't like feeling old.
Turns out, America (and I think I'm big in Spain now), I was the only one who thought so. Apparently, I just needed a sassy girl on a nixed sitcom to tell me. And if I can take rejection from Broadway, I can take rejection from this.
What's next? I don't really know.
Just kidding, I have so much more bad TV to watch and a really cute outfit planned for tomorrow.
There's Pad Thai all over my pillow,
TJB: Making It
