I just recently finished watching season 2 of my other favorite show, Dexter. It's on Showtime, so I have to catch up years later when they come out on DVD. I also have to squeeze it in between LOST, Heroes, and The Office. Oh yeah, and spending time with my fiance, sleeping, working, and going to school full time. But that is neither here nor there.
Before I met Tony, the love of my life, I was what one might call a loner. I had been through a slew of terrible relationships, been lied to by a bunch of suddenly married men, and all that jazz. After these experiences I decided to give up on men. I gave up on people, on emotions, on everything. I was in a dark place to keep myself from getting hurt again, from being vulnerable, from being lied to. Stupid, I know, but it is what I did to survive those dark times and it worked for about two years.
All of my friendships started to deteriorate, I was a robot, men that were probably good for me were tossed to the wind because I didn't want to risk anything. I felt alone, misunderstood, and angry.
Then I bought Dexter Season 1 on DVD. It was on sale at Target for $19.99, so I figured "what the hell?". I immediately fell in love. Finally someone (fictional character or not) felt as shut out of the world as I did. Someone faked all of their emotions and habits to fit in like I did. Someone else couldn't care less what happened to their superficial and meaningless "friendships". Not that I was a serial killer or anything, but I felt like a monster all the same. I felt I was wearing a mask when I faked love with people I met... even when I tried to tell them the truth.... they would never listen. they never do.
Two and a half years later, I bought Season 2 and 3 on DVD, and began to watch them again. Who knew that a Showtime serial killer could show you so much about yourself. Show you how much you've changed, and grown up in the past two years. I watched this past season and realized that I have no longer shut myself out, that I chose to love, to be vulnerable, and to live. Really live. No longer just 'going through the motions'. True, my life is slightly more boring now, but it is on a more endearing, honest, and successful track.
Season 2 was great. Dexter's bodies get found at his dump spot in the ocean, and the whole season is centered around who killed all of these people. His sister sleeps with the lead FBI agent who is twice her age, Dexter cheats on Rita with a slutface artist girl who ends up ruining his life (almost), and Dokes gets blamed for Dexter's dead bodies. Whoa. Pretty Heavy, Doc.
I am never disappointed with Dexter, even though there are usually not a lot of episodes in each season. Sometimes I forget that this show is called Dexter, and not Miami Craziness. Most of the shows I watch have ensemble casts, and eighty different plot lines going on at the same time. No wonder they have more than twenty episodes each season. There is so much to tell!
Dexter, although murderous in nature, still cares about those closest to him. He loves Rita and her kids, he loves his sister, and was heartbroken when he learned that his actions were what caused his father to kill himself; not heart disease.
I started watching Season 3 yesterday, and it is already just as intense. Right off the bat. Rita is pregnant due to their romps and pudding intake. Oh no. Dexter as a dad? This should be good....
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