From Greg, bless his heart, as a response to this entry: “Whenever you get around to watching it, write a post about the last episode of the last season of Angel and how it affected/coincided/had nothing to do with your own philosophy of life, the universe, and everything.”
When I first read Greg’s comment, I was a little cynical about it. After all, I had resisted both “Buffy” and “Angel” for years because so many people told me how much I’d enjoy them. (I do that; I don’t know where it comes from, aside from a hatred of being predictable.) I am, admittedly, a snob about some things, and don’t like to think about being affected deeply by a television show, of all things.
That said, the series finale of “Angel” reinforced something that’s been tumbling around in this old noggin of mine for a while now: sometimes you get to choose your battles, and you should choose those wisely. But sometimes you fight for what you believe in even if you know you probably won’t win, simply because you are doing what you think is right.
I aspire to be this strong.