So last night I watched the final episode of HBO’s Insecure, more than a month after it aired. It took me that long because I was avoiding how sad I knew it would make me. Funny that I chose to watch it just as I was sinking into my latest bout of depression . Hmm …
I guess I just wanted some distraction, and I’d already read so many episode recaps that I was ready for what was coming.
And, actually, it turned out OK. Sure, I cried, but I didn’t take it personally, the way I did Season 1’s final scene, blearghh.
What will happen in Season 3? Will Issa, Lawrence and Molly continue being the complete idiots they’ve always been? To be honest, their messy lives are why I love the series so much. Another nine months to go, but the most alarming thing is just how quickly they will pass.
(P.S. I hope I never see Aparna again. Nope. Do. Not. Like. The. Woman.)