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Among those situations: sitcom characters.
Specifically ruining love for the world: Jim Halpert fromThe Office.
I have at times thought of making my Tinder bio Jim Halpert or die.
Often Ill go back and start the whole thing over again because I dont want to leave that world.
Nik once very accurately observed about my obsessive relationship with television: Oh my god, Lane.
I just realized something.
You rewatch your favorite shows because theyre like your family.
And he was very, very correct.
But back to Jim Halpert.
In the years since, I have come to the conclusion that Jim Halpert probably doesnt exist.
Outside a gas station?
On a strangers porch until they ask us to leave?
Its physically painful to behold his existence, and I dont feel like thats an exaggeration.
(Or at the very least, one Jim.)
Maybe there are Jims!
And if there are, Im so hyped to meet them, its insane.
But also, yeah fucking right.
And this man is who is also the king of intricately planned romantic gestures?
Oh, and wait, because theres more.
WHO ARE YOU, JIM????
Jim, who is reliably calm and empathetic, no matter what happens.
He didnt ask her if she wanted to chill or hang or come over to his place.
Man, it is sad that this is so rare.
And even when she rejects him, he doesnt get angry at her!
Theres no angry tirade about how shes a tease or a liar or a bitch.
If anything, he freaking cries and BLAMES HIMSELF and apologizes for misreading signals.
(I just sighed heavily.)
I might cry soon.
FromHow to Be Alone by Lane Moore.Copyright 2018 by Lane Moore.
Reprinted by permission of Atria Books, a Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. ## Related
