Another Potter Pals Episode

Somewhere around the 1:27 mark, the puppet Harry Potter pounds his head against the wall, repeating the word 'angst' with every bash. And you know what? I'd like to second that emotion. Or action. Or whatever.

I suppose a better visual aid for angst might be Munch's The Scream, but after it was stolen last year, and now its damaged beyond repair, it's just not the same.

At any rate, it's all Initials fault. I can't really blame him. I just don't know what to do.

The relationship is never going great, just good enough. It's like the opening credits to a movie about an affair, where the husband and wife are mostly just going through the motions: a peck on the cheek, polite conversation at dinner, sleeping on the opposite sides of the bed.

It's not that he's a bad guy. He's probably a better person than I am, all told. And he makes me happy. The question is, does he make me happy enough? The more I think about it, the more the answer becomes "Probably not." And it sucks.