TLDR: Full House makes me sad because it’s overly happy and nostalgic and I don’t have a large family???? (I honestly don’t know why Full House makes me sad but I’m hoping someone can relate).
So it’s your typical weeknight, you’re at home with a bag of popcorn and a can of sprite, and it’s time to decide what to watch on Netflix (because when you have a smart tv with built in netflix, who needs to do anything else with their lives). Now, I’m the kind of person where I like to multitask, as in I like to watch something whilst scrolling through instagram on my phone, scroll through pinterest on my ipad, and write blog posts on my laptop. And yes, all of this happens within the hour. Because of this, I like to put something on that I’ve already seen or don’t need to pay much attention to. Usually, my go-to is to just put on Friends… but when you’ve re-watched the series like 53 times since it ended like 11 years ago, sometimes you just need a change in pace. Enter Full House.
I was somewhat a fan of Full House growing up.. When I was 5 I had a best friend named Bryn, and her older sister LOVED Full House. Her sister would often babysit us, and I remember sitting and watching Full House with her. I can’t remember if I actually enjoyed the show, or if I just watched it because I wanted to be cool with Bryn’s older sister (because when you’re young, your friends’ older siblings are the coooooolest), but nonetheless I watched it. I also LOVED the Olsen twins when I was little, so I was pretty much a Full House fan by default (although I can 100% now say that my favourite character is Stephanie and Michelle is actually really annoying).
I’ve caught re-runs over the last two decades, and I even contemplated owning the complete series on DVD because it seemed like a cool staple dvd collection, and it came shaped like a house which was dope. I’ve never considered Full House to be one of my favourite shows though.. It’s always just sorta been there whenever there was nothing else to watch. I know the ins and outs of the show, I know all of the catchphrases and the quirky storylines and whatever else.. but my life was never changed by its presence.
HOWEVER, last year I went through this thing where I was so petrified of the movie Sinister that I literally couldn’t sleep at night (truthfully, thinking about it right now and having to type out the word ‘sinister’ is scaring the shit out of me). Whenever this would happen, I would put on netflix and watch Full House because it was super happy and cheesy and took my mind off of the scariness. So I’ve grown to enjoy Full House in my adult years.
Here’s the thing though…. Watching Full House makes me REALLY sad. And I honestly have no idea why. Its mainly just the opening credits that get to me, but sometimes I feel really really sad as I watch an entire episode. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s because growing up I didn’t really have a “Full House”… it was just my mom and I. But I’m at the point where I refuse to believe that Full House is bringing out subconscious emotions about growing up with a single mother and no siblings or live-in uncles. I don’t know man. Something about the theme song gets me every time. It’s just going on about how times used to be simple… but don’t you worry, there will always be someone to carry you hoooooooommmeeee. Or something. I don’t know. Perhaps its the simplicity of it all and I feel very sad and, dare I say, nostalgic for a time of simplicity and happy times with your family and friends. I lay on the couch watching this show… dreading having to go to work tomorrow, feeling miserable about the fact that all of my friends and I are on conflicting schedules so we hardly ever get to do fun things (and when we do it’s limited because of either time or money), and even the fact that I don’t have a whole bustling family in a giant house with two different staircases to get upstairs.
Forgive me if this sounds morbid and weird, but I feel like Full House is a show that I would binge after the death of someone close to me or a shitty break up. It’s just something I would turn to for easy and happy relief. Maybe that’s why I already feel sad watching it. LOL I DON’T KNOW!
I’m writing this in hopes that I find out I’m not the only one who feels this way, although there probably wont be too many people who see this so it’s not like I’m going to get any sort of answer.. and the people who do read this are probably just gonna think I’m weird, especially for already deciding that Full House is something I’d binge when a person dies. Sorry.
At the end of the day, I still quite enjoy the show, and I thought Fuller House was great. It also didn’t make me sad at all, which is interesting.