I didn't watch the whole documentary. After a few episodes, it was too painful. I kept wanting to scream at myself. It took me so long to do so many important things. It's just hard to accept that I spent so many years being less happy than I could have been. Jim was five feet from my desk, and it took me four years to get to him. Not that I'm a tragic person; I'm really happy now, but it would just make my heart soar if someone out there saw this, and she said to herself, 'Be strong, trust yourself, love yourself and conquer your fears. Just go after what you want and act fast because life just isn't that long.
This thing Pam Halpert said in the end made me tear a tiny little bit on the treadmill. Then after a few hours, when I was on the edge of legitimately breaking down and could not do anything (aka: cry) about it, I rewatched it when Pam said this, and cried like a fucking baby. And then I rewatched the finale and did NOT stop crying all episode long - I have not been cried like this for at least three years. It was a blessing, for I was deeply depressed and crying was extremely releasing and helpful. And then I was full of gratefullness to the Office, one of the longest show I finished in the shortest time. I had 3 or 4 days when I did not do anything else but watching it straight for like 12 hours. It feels like such a long journey, but in reality it's only been like three weeks. So here I just thought it'd be a shame if I just finish it, give it a five stars on this very little reviews, leave and forget it.
Elaona made me watch this in the beginning. She saw me watching Friends over and over again and said I should start the Office. I really thought it'd be somehting like Two and a Half Men (which I'm sure it's a great show, I just thought it's a little silly and shallow) in the beginning. We started with E0102, Diversity Day, and it fucking blew me away. It was extremely stupid and offensive. I did not know what to expect from the freaking Michael Scott, a guy with a decent middle-class middle-aged white man's face and an offensive, unruly, annoying five-year-old sobbing little boy's soul. Elaona was watching me the whole time -- at the beginning I thought she was checking if I was laughing, so I fake laughed, but then I realized she was not really expecting me to laugh, because they were not funny. They were just fucking crazy. I did not know what to say after the first episode, and honestly I just wanted to dump that whole stupid show and go back to Friends, where people are sane. But I continued (for obvious reasons. Sign.). Honestly the first maybe five seasons were the same thing. Kinda funny-ish, pretty offensive (in the episode when Oscar came out and Michael reacted to it, I totally freaked out. I was angry as fuck and I texted long screaming messages to Elaona to express my anger), depressing, stupid, and because when I was watching season 2-5 non-stop, I was totally detached and antisocial, it only made everything worse. All in all, almost all the first half of the expreience was painful. It was like toxic -- I did not enjoy it, sometimes it makes me feel a little bit good, but mostly I just did not like it and it upsetted me but I continued.
Then I continued to Season 6, where in my memory, is the point when everything just suddenly magically became better. People did not change. Their characters did not change. But somehow they are a little bit more tolerable, and at some very rare moments, they made me smile, like truly smile, and said "aw". They were still very funny and silly with too many rediculous plots, and I started to truly enjoy it. I see how everyone's life goes, and I could not predict anything or assume anything -- because for god's sake, that's their lives. I used to think that every single individual in the show was out of their mind, was retarded and did not know any better, but somehow suddenly I was like "huh, yea it does make some sense" and "huh, this is kinda cute". And those motivations are more than enough for my tortured soul to be so filled with gratitute and happiness and expect every single story from it. Then it just goes on: everything was beautiful, but Michael had to go. In a previous episode when Michael was fired (and started Michael Scotto paper company), I was so happy to see him go (tbh, I just wanted to strangle him). But at the end of Season 7 when he really left, said goodbye to everyone and Pam went to the airport, I cried like Jim did. Oh man it's just a freaking office. And he is a ridiculously terrible boss. But still.
Then everything was still beautiful. Many things happened, and each character development was so awesome. I see one of my current all-time favorite couple Jim and Pam going through really tough crisis, the things that made me doubt the meaning of love, and work it out perfectly. They were the same old people, the best pranking buddies who have crush on each other no matter how far they are apart or how hard life is. Dwight and Angela, the two my most hated but most loved characters, finally became really lovely people (and also extremely weird) and got happily ever after. Stanley retired and made a crafted Phyllis (it made her cry, me too). Erin found her birth parents. Andy got a Cornell job, which must be a perfect fit for him. Michael aged. Michael has his perfectly beautify family and babies -- the exact things he wanted since he was a little kid. Kelly and Ryan, the ridiculous couple, finally ran away together, and Nellie got their freaking cute baby. Oscar, one of my fav, is the god father for Dwight & Angela's son, and ran for the state senator like his ex-lover did. Kevin, the cutest character, is a adorable bartender.
There are so many more things to say. But I wil stop here. Watching this show is like interviewing so many people for 9 years in 20 days. They came to my heart so fast and deep, and I know I wil remember so many things from it. Their weddings, parties, pranks, the most boring daily issues... Everything.
Dwight Schrute: Michael... I can't believe you came.
Michael Scott: [choking up] That's what she said.
Andy Bernard: The weird thing is now I'm exactly where I want to be. I've got my dream job at Cornell, and I'm still just thinking about my old pals. Only now they're the ones I made here. I wish there was a way to know you're in "the good old days", before you've actually left them. Someone should write a song about that.