This is why Freaks And Geeks was such a great show. It wasn’t just funny, or full of cute, pithy moments. It was real. Bill Haverchuck is a perfect representation of how I felt from the time that I was 9 years old until I was 17 and just didn’t give a fuck anymore.
You get tired of people making you feel like shit just because you’re not what they prefer to look at. You hate these people because they laugh at you, all because you’re just not as rich as they are, or as pretty, or don’t have the kind of money for the beauty products they use. It hurts your feelings, and it scars your soul.
You see these motherfuckers years later and they might look the same, they might look different, but you’re reminded of that rage. They might say hi to you, and apologize, and sure, you’ll accept it, but you’ll walk away feeling like an evil motherfucker because in your head, you’re like “Yeah, I was the bigger person. They apologized to ME. I’m better than them!” Especially if they’ve gained weight, or had too many kids, or they’re dating someone who sucks. You look at ‘em like “Man, I’m doing better than they are. Fuck that motherfucker.”
It’s toxic. It fucks you up. Freaks And Geeks gave us this nice little scene with Bill spilling his heart toward this pretty little bitch who we all knew. We all had that unattainable crush in school who’d rather drop out than sit at a table with us. Then we met her (or him) and talked to ‘em only to find out that they fuckin’ sucked. That shit hurt. I feel bad for teenagers. Sure, they don’t pay bills or have to worry about going to work, and sure they mostly have horrible taste in music, but they’re dealing with shit that’s going to fuck them up for the rest of their lives. They’re in those moments now. I feel for ‘em. All of ‘em.
Love you, Bill Haverchuck. I would’a hung with you. We could have watched Star Wars, Steve Martin and Bill Murray movies, and I would have made you mix CD’s full of stuff I think you would have liked. Shit, I was you. I never had that friend.
Pretty much ^.