As I sat across the bed from my monitor, enjoying a delicious bowl of pecan and oat cereal, with Friends playing on computer, is when I recall an incident that Phaedrus once shared.
Phaedrus had a habit of watching an episode of Friends every night before he went to bed. Perhaps he had felt lonely back in the days when his first love left him and he had found company in the love that the characters shared; I didn’t ask.
But whatever love he once had for the show he watches ritualistically, it died soon after his chase for pure rationality and reasoning. He lost the connection to the characters on scene and he no longer felt that Ross and Rachel were ever truly in love. His reason being Ross’ early obsession on Rachel; obsession is not love.
It was not pure, and that was against everything that Phaedrus stood for.
Despite this disdain for the characters, something else within the show hooked him and he began to watch the show not for the story itself, but for the writers behind the story. In his eyes, the show is a representation of how the writer thinks human relationship worked in the 90s, and he was determined to tear it all apart to study it.