Being an Awful Person

I was talking to someone important about Seinfeld. It’s a show that I watched as an infant, and only as I got older and older, did I actually understand how awful, as humans, the characters on the show are. When I was talking about this, she replied “They are terrible, but they’re not any more terrible than the people we encounter in everyday life.”

I instead responded that I feel like they’re only really as terrible as any other TV show characters — it’s just that Seinfeld is one of the few shows to recognize it.

I’d like to combine those two takes in to the idea that the characters on Seinfeld are only as bad as we are to each other, in real life — only illustrated so that we’ll notice it.

Perhaps this is self-admission, or subconsciously trying to atone for my own anti-social tendancies. But I think we all frequently act in exclusively our own self-interest, even if it means that we hurt other s— even people that we love — whether we realize we’re doing it or not, while up to a certain point, oblivious to the degree that we do it.

So maybe, on that level, Seinfeld is a reflection of ourselves. And the other hundreds of sitcoms proove just how horrible we can be to each other and it go unnoticed.

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