I think we all had cartoons we really loved when we were little. And by we, I mean the we who watched cartoons in the mid-2000s to the early 2010s. In my (albeit early) adulthood, I have been rewatching some of my favorite cartoons from when I was younger (thank you, Hulu). So all of these I have rewatched myself. Between the sense of nostalgia and the hidden dirty jokes I never got when I was younger, it's almost like watching a new show. It brings me back to a happy and simple time, I hope as you read through my list, it does the same for you. These aren't in any particular order either.
If you want to read my original article, click here. If you're here for more because you've watched everything from my original list and need more things to watch drunk, then you've come to the right place. I think we all know that there's only so much you can watch when you're drunk, and when you run out, it's a little frustrating. So here is my new list of things to watch on Netflix when you are a couple glasses into that boxed wine.
I graduate in a few days. I am trying to be a teacher, I've been in the school for awhile now to be a teacher, and just like any other soon-to-be graduate, I am trying to get a job in my field. I've been applying. And applying and applying and applying. I've sent emails and made phone calls. I've had two interviews out of the six jobs I've applied to for teaching in my field. Out of the six of those I applied to, four have ended up in denials. None of my interviews panned out at all.
As I was walking into the building of the high school I teach at, I got a text from my mother. "Your brother is okay. His school is on lockdown due to a shooting at STEM." I nearly couldn't believe what I was reading. The anxiety of how close it was to everything I knew, the grief for STEM. I worked at a swim school not even three blocks away, a two minute walk, on the same street for nearly two years. Students from STEM would come by to swim at our school, both after school, and during for PE. The STEM parking lot is where my dad taught me how to drive, and where my dad and I taught my brother to drive. My old high school, where my brother currently attends, was on a lock out due to the situation, because we didn't know what was going to happen next. My old high school, in fact, was a seven minute drive. And a five minute drive from the home my brother and I grew up in.
I was 17 years old when I came out as aromantic. I came across the term on Tumblr, of course, and it was a huge eye-opener for me. If you do not know what aromantic is, it is a romantic orientation (not to be confused with sexual orientation) which means that I do not experience romantic attraction to people. I still love and have connections to people, but it is not the romantic one people experience with their significant other.
I had a best friend for six years. We had the same birthday, only an hour apart. Like any relationship, he and I had our ups and our downs, but back then it felt like a great relationship, one I couldn't live without, almost. We met sophomore year of high school, and became best friends the following year. We were close. We loved each other. I've tried to write about him on here before, but every time I can't quite figure out the words to explain what he ended up doing to me, through his actions and through his words. But bottom line: he emotionally abused the crap out of me at the end of our relationship; the last six months with him were hell and I ended up hating him instead of loving him. It was a terrible end to such a beautiful relationship. Or so I thought, until I stopped speaking to him and realized what I had actually put up with when it came to being his best friend. The crap I dealt with because of him over the years, and I ended up hating him even more.