The impending doom of my imaginary friends
Nearly a month ago, I realized the world was coming to an end. There I was, watching the last episode of "The OC." Julie Cooper went to college, Sandy and Kirsten gave birth to the WASPiest little girl ever, Ryan became an architect (so obvious, how did I not see that coming), and Seth and Summer eventually got married. My best friends were moving on with their lives and abandoning me. A tear rolled down my eye as I realized I would never chill at the Bait Shop, have a bagel in the Cohen kitchen or hide out in Marissa's lifeguard hut ever again. Be strong, I thought to myself, be strong. After all, this wasn't the first time I'd experienced loss. "Arrested Development" was canceled more than a year ago, and so far I've managed to survive. I assured myself I still had other TV friends to keep me company, and as I began to think of them, I realized they soon would be gone, too. I was speechless. Everything I have known and that has made up the last six or so years of my life would soon end. I would be alone in the world.






