Yellowjackets is all the buzz

Yellowjackets. This show, which I accidentally stumbled upon, ended up becoming way too large a part of my everyday thoughts. Not only is Sophie Thatcher exquisite to watch and listen to, but I love the entire ride the plot has in store. I think the root of my adoration for this show really comes from my love for Lost. One of my all-time favorite shows. As you may gather, I love a good plane crash plotline. Yellowjackets give me purpose, as ridiculous as that sounds. Watching those girls starve and survive, makes me feel the strength to persevere. If Sophie Thatcher has to have air for lunch, it makes it feel slightly less bad. They’re in the wilderness- they can’t have crunchwraps, sandwiches, or pizza. I’m in good company.  

What do you mean no Chipotle!?

OF course, I’m often sobered that their fiction is my reality- the desperately wishing for normalcy and food. But gosh, this show not only distracts me but entertains me. I probably sound like a wacko, but this show is seriously very enjoyable. A girl's soccer team crash lands in the wilderness for 19 months- resorting to cannibalizing and hunting each other…. Of course, it is going to capture my attention. And, it gets extra points because Elijah Wood is in it too... my precious! Somehow this turned into my own personal letterbox, sorry.

I guess it could be worse. I don't have to eat my teammate

Sidenote, is Letterboxd actually worth it? 

I thought I would just share the benefit of escaping into media. It has truly and unexpectedly given me a lifeline through this polarizing challenging time. Particularly, in moments where I don’t want to be left alone with my own thoughts. Which lately feels like all the time. I mean, have you ever needed something to completely engross yourself in, because you are so pathetically desperate to be in any reality aside from your own? So, so desperate...You know it’s REALLY sad when the reality you're preferring is starving in the wilderness and eating each other. Oh boy…. Let me conclude by saying no, I'm not planning on eating anyone. 

An accurate depiction of my boyfriend talking me out of eating a salad

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