I want to thank the universe today
For all the blessings that have come my way.
Your help and guidance and love
Fills me with peace from above.
I know that I am special and I mean a lot to you.
I know this because of what I am able to do;
To make light of struggles and still be able to shine,
To feel the love and strength from the divine.
My energy and life is fueled by you.
To the universe, thank you for all that you do.
Everyone was telling me to watch it, so I did. In one weekend. And I loved it. I really didn’t think I was going to like it. I kept saying, “I don’t know how I feel about a show about some creepy guy that stalks girls”. Welp, guess who was wrong.
I’ve been thinking about writing a piece on the reason why viewers love the show “YOU”. Why viewers, including myself, found ourselves rooting for the killer majority of the episodes. Why were we so focused on his explanations and reasoning behind what he did, rather than being focused on what he was actually doing?
The first few episodes my thought process was, “Okay this guy is just weird and a stalker”. But mid-season, it seemed like I was understanding his purpose for doing the things he did. I found myself saying things like, “Aw” and “He’s so caring”, then it hits me; he is literally a crazy person…or is he?
The creators did a great job of portraying Joe as this guy who just, for some reason, really cares about this girl who caught his eye. It’s like he read her (like a book) and knew all of her struggles, and insecurities, and knew immediately that he needed to step in and help her. “Fix” her. It appears that he cares for her well-being, how she’s influenced, who she hangs out with, and that he just wants, what he believes, is best for her.
Viewers are able to see the serial killer, Joe, as someone they find themselves rooting for throughout the series. Why is that? I wonder what the same viewers would see if the entire series of YOU was shown from the perspective of Beck from the very beginning. Although there are some points we can get into Beck’s mind, it immediately brings us back to Joe, his thoughts, and reasons as to why he is doing the things he does.
The way the show was created emphasizes the reasons that trigger Joe to come to the conclusion that Beck needs people like Benji and Peach out of her life. Joe realized, after snooping around Benji’s social media, and eventually his phone after he kidnaps him, that he was cheating on Beck, doing drugs, and had also accidentally killed someone. There was no way that Joe could let this kind of person intoxicate her life. Peach, on the other hand, seemed that she was onto Joe the minute that she met him. Trying to hint that she was keeping an eye on him, Joe decided to keep a closer eye on her. After snatching her laptop at a party, Joe finds folders and folders of pictures of her friends saved on her computer; almost as if it was a backup blackmail sanctuary she had just in case she needed to tear someone down. He finds pictures of Beck and this is where he knew he had to do something about Peach. And, as it just so happens, after these people are taken out of Beck’s life, she begins to thrive with her writing and seems happier in general. Joe picks up on this and truly believes that he has done something good. And so does the audience, for the most part, right?
Unfortunately, some things can’t be kept secret forever. Once Beck and Joe’s relationship started unraveling, you knew some crazy shit was about to go down. When Joe comes to the assumption (then conclusion) that Beck is sleeping with her therapist, he’s ready to go after both of them. When confronted, Beck straight-up lies and really makes him believe that she isn’t cheating. Everything is fine and dandy and Joe leaves to get breakfast. I’m not sure about you, but as soon as Paco told Beck his secret hiding place in the ceiling, I knew it was over. That’s it. He has to kill her. There is zero chance that she wouldn’t look above Joe’s toilet, there’s zero chance that she wouldn’t freak out, and ZERO chance he would let her leave that building.
Let’s face it, once you get put in that box, you do not come out alive (Besides our good pal Will). Now some of us didn’t want Joe to kill Beck. Maybe some of us did. I, personally, think she should’ve hit Joe one more time with that mallet to make sure he was definitely out cold before running up the stairs screaming. However, I was shocked that Paco really just left her there. I know he was covering Joe, just like Joe covered for him, but still, pretty cruel.
Anyway, I think it really did have to come to Joe killing Beck. I mean, she found all of the items from every person he killed, and her own things, too. How would he really explain that? She just had to go looking in the spot Paco mentioned. But why? Why would you look there? Truthfully, I want to know what she thought she was going to find. Then, it just so happens, that one second, she put her phone down, and the most important text message she was ever going to get came through. “Be home in 5”.
In the end, depending on how you looked at their relationship and how you viewed both Joe and Beck’s actions throughout the first season, you were either satisfied, heartbroken, or just emotionally messed up at the end of season one. I for one was left wanting MORE. Were you?
Stay tuned for my next post and my response to season two! You won’t want to miss it!
Sometimes when I close my eyes
I recreate moments, wrinkles in time.
Images instilled in my mind.
And I still can’t find the words to describe
My love for you and the feeling that ensues,
That overwhelms my being
Reminding me how lucky I am to have you.
Your arms are like a fortress keeping me safe and sound
From anything that could harm me, even when you’re not around.
Your eyes an open door to comfort and tranquility,
Like nothing else matters but you looking right through me.
Seeing every struggle, every downfall, and anxiety;
Your humble self is always there to remind me
That I am my strength, my power, and my reality.
Even when I struggle, I know that you are proud of me
Overcoming and defeating anxiety
Telling myself “I am not these thoughts”, because that’s what you taught me.
Instilled in my mind is this person who loves me.
Every crevice, nook and cranny,
Every imperfection you see as flawless.
So that’s why images of you are always in my mind.
Your kindness, care, and love keep us always intertwined.
It’s early morning in bed with you.
The morning sun shines through
Each little opening of the curtains.
We open our eyes, somehow at the same time.
It’s magical how we do that.
Now we’re sitting on the back porch drinking coffee with a blanket
Watching the sun rise as we hear the birds cry.
A casual conversation here and there,
But when we get quiet we seem to stare
Into the sunrise, the sky, and the flowers.
Already, we’ve been here for a couple hours.
Time flies when I’m alone with you.
So peaceful, blissful, something so true.
We get some food then we take a ride
In the car I love so much because it’s where we hide.
We escape to a fun, flirtatious state where
You drive fast and I laugh because
It feels like we’re flying.
We feel pure joy, like we’re just kids,
Like we’re sure this moment won’t be ending,
But it is.
Time for reality to come crawling back.
We hate this part.
We were hoping it would last
For hours and hours and hours on end.
You’re my light. You’re my love.
You’re my best friend.
This feeling is light and carefree,
Feeling bubbly and perky as can be.
It’s a feeling of the highest self.
A weight lifted, a floating feeling.
Yet, combustible.
Like any second an explosion could begin
And a domino effect –
The mind slips, anxiety forms, and here it is.
Back to that feeling of loneliness, sadness, and grief.
Not for anything in particular,
Just for me.
For the helplessness of succumbing to this feeling.
But right now, it’s nonexistent.
It’s the potential crisis they’re not aware of;
Loved ones, strangers.
A glow comes from this being in this higher state of mind,
However, this mind is not always so kind.
It takes strength to suppress the devastation of the soul
When the mind refuses to allow the highest form to grow.
Try with all your might,
Never rest a day.
You’ll find your highest self through each success in every day.
And though it may seem like a journey in the rough,
There will be the day when you say “I’ve had enough”.
Her heart was one of the kindest.
Her soul, one of the most unique.
Her body was her temple where she couldn’t help but to paint its walls.
Her mind was unpredictable; not even she knew what to expect.
A wildflower, surrounded by sunflowers and daisies.
Something was different.
Only the luckiest of people, she would blossom for.
When she blossoms it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen.
You’ll find yourself speechless and find yourself falling for her without warning.
But, she won’t realize that it’s happening.
Only you.
Only you realize what she’s done.
She blossoms rapidly, but will only blossom for you.
If you’re lucky, she’ll fall under you just as you fall under her spell.
This is it.
She has you and you can’t figure out how it happened.
You don’t know what you love about her the most.
Is it her smile when she sees the sunset or the moon?
Or could it be the way her whole body glows when she makes someone smile?
Or maybe it’s her vibe. The way her soul welcomes you and makes you apart of her.
She makes it so easy to fall so hard.
You won’t expect it, you won’t realize it.
It’ll be when you’re watching her do her makeup,
Or when she’s sleeping,
Or even when she’s angry with you,
You’ll realize how hard you’ve fallen for her.
You’ll tell her how much you love her,
But it could never describe how in love you are with her.
You’ve never experienced a love like this.
You know she believes you when you say “I love you”,
But you wish you could put into words the feeling you get;
The feeling you get when you make her smile,
The feeling you get when she holds onto you with all of her might,
The feeling you get when you hear her laughter.
You come to terms that you’ll never be able to fully express these feelings with words.
Yet, you still get the urge to attempt to explain this love.
And for some reason, at 2am, these emotions flood your heart and soul.
If she’s not sleeping next to you, you can’t sleep;
If she is, all you do is watch her.
Watch her eyes flutter as she’s far away dreaming,
Watch her twitch and sprawl out, making herself comfortable.
You think about how lucky you are,
How lucky it is for you to wind up with a girl like her.
She’s an angel, the one you’ve been waiting for, the one you need, and you never want to lose her.
She is your universe.
I know it breaks your heart
Knowing that she’s over you,
Knowing that she’s happy being on her own,
Knowing that you’re nothing to her now.
She knows what you did
And it hurt her,
But she doesn’t care anymore.
It has no effect on her or her life
Because you’re finally out of it.
It’s a pity to be you.
You know what you did,
But you still want to see her
To ‘strictly catch up’.
You know that’s not all you want
And so does she.
You’d plead to know who’s new in her life
And she’d laugh
Because she’ll know you’re just being nosey.
Then,
You’d fight with her,
Call her names,
Try to insult her,
But again, she’ll just laugh
And then she’d say
‘It’s a pity to be you.’
You want to know things about her
So that you feel like you’re still apart of her,
But you’re not.
You never will be again.
You’re nothing to her now,
But a small wrong turn in the past.
The one person she thought that could’ve help her
Wound up hurting her the most.
She doesn’t care anymore.
Although there was no apology
She forgave you
So she could move on.
So she wouldn’t be stuck.
But you realize
You’re the one that’s stuck.
You miss her.
You know you messed up
And it breaks your heart.
