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Who's that girl?

 

You’ve known for a long time that you would always prefer a nine season long drama series over a sitcom, but you’ve only recently discovered why. Between you and your therapist, a conclusion has been reached. They’re just too happy for you. That’s why you were very surprised to find that New Girl, is in fact, one of your comfort shows.

The reason was quite a simple one. Unlike a lot of other sitcoms, in New Girl, not only are the characters super relatable, the happiness they experience also does not seem quite out of reach. You’re already halfway to being Nick Miller with the combinations of writing and procrastinating you do and with a little bit of luck, Sydney will achieve Pepperwood levels of fame. You have Cece’s dry humour and Jess’ enthusiasm for life provided everything is going exactly how you want it to. From Winston, you’ve acquired the amazing ability to enjoy being a side character in your own life armed with the realization that main characters are life’s favourite punching bags and from Schmidt, you’ve learned that confidence is everything, even if you have zero clue about what you’re doing.

As a teenager, you considered their lives a best-case scenario of your future life. An apartment of your own to decorate as you please, roommates that become friends, a job that pays enough to help you make rent and occasionally go out and have fun, weekends to catch up on hobbies and with friends you haven’t seen in a long time and most of all, a chance to truly be in control of your own life to live it as you please.  

It seemed like a pipe dream when you first watched the show three years ago but on your most recent rewatch as a 20 something, you started to see things a little differently. Sure, you don’t have an apartment of your own, but you do have a bedroom to yourself, filled with everything that makes you, you. You don’t have roommates, but you have tons of good friends and possibly a few blood relatives too, that are just one call away. You haven’t entered the job market but that only means you have enough time to figure out whether any of your hobbies could be turned into a career you enjoy and are passionate about. You’re not completely in control of your own life but you have a veto right in every decision of your life.

So now when you sit down to watch New Girl, singing along to the theme song effortlessly and glaring at anyone who tries to skip the intro, you know you’re closer than ever to the life you’ve always wanted to lead and you can’t wait to write, direct and star in the sitcom of your life.  

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