"Maybe happiness isn't what you believe, but who you believe"
After seeing any work of Phoebe Waller Bridge awe is secondary reaction, the first one is pure envy. Envy of what brilliant and ahead of her contemporaries her writing is. Her brutally honest portrayal of a British woman who is what one never want to end up into. A failure on every front; or is she?She is a screwed up protagonist, juggling amidst a dysfunction family, pathetic job and messy relationship. But atleast she is honest and has no facade unlike the seemingly happy and successful folks around her. When she said that either everyone feels like this a little bit and they aren't just talking about it or I'm completely fucking alone ; that line hits you on another level.Her view about life compels us to rethink and redefine our definition on most things. Her smile is infectious and her helplessness is aching. There is a strong cohesion in the parts when she disconnects from her surrounding and talks one on one with you. And even with her imperfections, depravity, idiosyncrasies and flaws she comes out to be the most perfect in the world she is.Knowing there won't be third season is so upsetting.
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