5 Things I Learned From The Following
While playing around on Netflix one day, I noticed The Following. I’d heard a little about it. Main reason I turned it on was because the image was compelling. And I have a thing for Kevin Bacon, being the child of the 80’s that I am. So, I watched an episode. And was HOOKED. Well acted, well written, interesting premise. So I watched another episode. And another. Pretty soon I was in full-blown marathon mode, much to my hubby’s chagrin.
I’ve always thought of myself as a lifelong learner. No matter what I’m doing, I want a takeaway. What can you possibly learn from a fictional show about a serial killer and the man who hunts him? As it turns out, a few things:
Trust No One. I have one word for you: Mandy.
Blood is Thicker Than Water. Ryan and Max. They’ve got each other’s backs. Lily’s International House of Psychos, though . . . those loonies could turn on each other in a heartbeat. It’s gonna happen. Trust me.
Never Stop Learning. Even serial killers need to keep learning.
Be Nice. I recently saw a post about a “fatty” running. I despise that term, largely because I look in the mirror and am disgusted. And I must admit to pumping my fist when Lucas took offense at the frat boy referring to his girlfriend Tilda as a “fatty.” And if you don’t know HOW Lucas took offense, watch The Following, Betrayal.
Doing the Right Thing Can Be Hard. In Season 1, the Followers would’ve been happy to hang out in the fancy mansion. I’m sure Ryan and Mike and Max would like to just curl up on the couch and watch reruns of Footloose and Warehouse 13, but they don’t. They go after the bad guys. And there are real life heroes (cops, firefighters, FBI, etc.) who go out there and fight the good fight every day when they’d rather just go home to their families. Take that lesson and make it part of your life. It’d be easy to be a couch potato every night. Instead, I am sitting here writing at 10:16 pm when I’d rather be in bed. For me, this is right.