I used to eat dumb fun action shows, but after I suffered a year of bullying because I wasn't a hood nigga, or get harassed by the wonderful West Virginian racism, I fell into a deep cycle of depression, where anything that resembled happiness I rejected. I needed bleakness, because that's the only thing that comforted me. Let me know that I wasn't alone.
As I grew up, my depression faded, but my cynicism still remains. That's not fading anytime soon. At least I know that I can give the shows a chance.