I am still getting over Heroes, that is, coming to terms with the fact that everything I loved about the show have been accidentants and lucky coincidences. I am drawing way too many parallels to breaking up with one’s partner… The same clichés apply: He’s changed! This is not the man I fell in love with! We have nothing in common anymore! He is cheating on me with a lot of blonde women! But sometimes, in weak moments, he’s… he’s still so hot… and he promises you he won’t beat you again! Next season, everything will be alright, and he’s learned his lesson! Right.
Even more accurately, it’s like accepting that your beloved boyfriend has been turned into a vampire. He may still look like him, and have some memories of your time together, and still displays the occasional all-too-familiar personality trait, but in the end, he’s just a monster wearing your boyfriend’s dead, abused body, and he’s a blood-sucking demon who will destroy you and all you love, if you can’t finally accept that your boyfriend is dead and this monster has to be brought down.
I’ve been going through the states of grief in no particular order, and have now arrived at State 6: Roflbot.
