sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with has slowly spilled out of me and now it’s all gone.
I’ve watched the first season of Bojack Horseman, I like this series.
It’s funny, I like the lame jokes in the show, and the details in BH are awesome, the idea of mixing all animals as human beings in the day to day life gave a great space for exaggerating and making the whole story look crazy, but behind the ridiculousness, it’s just our life.
It makes me think, so in the story, Bojack is a lonely asshole. He was a superstar in Hollywood, and like in all the cliche, he’s getting old, in addition, his real life personality is not very likable, I shall say. He’s arrogant, he’s selfish, over self-protected, but, on the other hand, he’s hollow, lonely and self-pity. Bojack is such a vivid character with all that human beings emotional complications inside that horsehead.
It’s simply sad, the good part of you gets dusty and corroded little by little. It’s so slow and steady that you don’t even notice, but when you know, the damage is done, internally and entirely, and irreversible.