deep serious emotional post full of love
I’m incredibly sick. I always fall sick in early spring. It’s seemingly nothing serious, but I feel like shit. I’m about to graduate from school, and there’s so much pressure, plus my family sucks ass, plus seasonal disorders, and this cough, and fever and all. I lie day and night in my small bed in the room where I live with my parents, and listen to their arguing all the time, and just die slowly. Do you know that smell of sickness - sweaty linen, old skin, dirty hair and stuff. Everything hurts. I sneak out to the kitchen sometimes to watch TV in peace and once see That Funny Guy From Ocean Movies who’s driving silver Bumblebee. Those were two things that are forever cast in my skull, my first impressions of Hawaii 5 0. The funny guy who’s immensely entertaining to watch, and the fact that he’s driving a silver Bumblebee.
The place where I live is hideous in spring. It’s muddy, cold and dull all year round, but it’s extra muddy, cold and dull at the end of winter. And that damn funny happy show has palm trees, turquoise ocean, it’s saturated like the main characters run on drugs all the time, and it has half my childhood heroes, first of them being, Mark Dacascos. Now, I know we don’t like Wo Fat, but I love Wo Fat. I started watching h50 because of how incredibly entertaining Scott Caan is, I kept watching because of Mark, and I finally fell in love with Steve McGarrett when he took off his shirt in 1x07. Son. One cop show saved my sanity back when I was hurt, distressed, dehydrated and sad all the time. I remember laying in my bed and just listening to I’m Coming Home song on repeat for hours and crying. That was escapism 101 there, and it was beautiful. I got out alive, well and happy, and I involved one of my friends into watching it, and we had so much great time screaming together. I got into studying all things SEAL just for the sake of it and now I can show off in front of my friends so hard.
This show literally saved my fucking mind time and time again. In 2017, I had a big shock after Chester Bennington’s death and I was going crazy for personal reasons. I stopped coping after I got a tattoo with his name and found a job that provided night shifts because I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t do anything, and then I started rewatching h50 again from the very beginning and once again palm trees, Scott Caan, Wo Fat and shirtless grandpa hit me like a truck full of oranges, happiness and friendly hugs. Man, I have such a strong case of imprinting with hawaii you have no idea. Now, eight years later, every time I fall back into stagnation, or have a strong shock, my first response is to go back and rewatch hawaii 5 0. They’re my first aid kit now. You could say, I’m… coming home.
I guess what I’m trying to communicate with this post is, there are things we enjoy in the media, and there are people whom we stan, but then there are those who become so weirdly important it’s fascinating. Now that h50 is over, I was just thinking how much a bunch of fake people helped me out, and how easy it was; it’s cheap, it’s pleasant and it’s honest psychological help. I will always love Scott Caan, I will always respect AOL for his incredible investment in his character, I’ll always fangirl over Sang Min, I’ll always, always remember the silver Bumblebee.
care to share how you got into h50?
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