TARA: But I'm saying, I know what Oz means to you.
WILLOW: How can I, when I'm not even sure?
So let's do this:
People are flawed. People are complicated. Everyone has their own internal life. No one is just one thing. Everyone can be forgiven -- but that doesn't mean that everyone should be permanently indulged. Idealization and demonization are two sides of the same coin. Humour is a life line, and can also turn on you, like everything else. Monsters and demons are real, but everyone else might not see them. The trick is to understand that everyone has their own internal pain and lives, without letting it overwhelm you. The trick is to somehow become yourself. Love might end the world, but love will be the thing that saves it. The world is as horrible as it sometimes seems, and there are layers and layers of lies to cover it up, but it's *still worthwhile*.
I wouldn't have met you guys if it hadn't been for this brilliant, silly, funny, serious, unfunny, badly choreographed, incoherent, weird, beautiful show. It saved my world. It changed my world. And so did you.
Anyway, my plans for the night are beer, pizza, and Welcome to the Hellmouth.
(Also, I have a (good) personal announcement to make, but I will save that for another post in a few days, so as not to have it be overshadowed. I will expect you to live with the suspense.)