“Riding through this world all alone
God takes your soul, you’re on your own
The crow flies straight, a perfect line
On the Devil’s Bed until you die”
I have been watching Sons of Anarchy. I originally tried it months ago but one of the opening scenes was incredibly triggering and I had to turn it off. I decided now would be a good time (or maybe not) to try it again.
I am finding that I love it. I realize it’s dark and there are themes that are terrible for some people. But I love it.
And I figured out why.
Because they are all about family; protecting family, loving their families and making sure that justice is served. I know in real life that family is probably not a biker gang but there is something alluring about it when you have never had a nuclear family.
I did grow up with my parents but I wouldn’t call us a family. It was them, my mom, step dad, brother and sister…….. And then there was me. I was always on the outside looking in, feeling like I didn’t belong and at times being told I don’t belong.
I didn’t have protection; my own parents were my abusers. Anyone I turned to for relationship or safety either wasn’t in the position to take that on (teachers) or they were not people who stayed in my life for a long time.
So watching this show and seeing (albeit illegal and reprehensible at time) the way they love and protect their family and those that hurt them. I’m thinking in terms of, though what they do is dangerous and illegal; they love their family and they show them by protecting and always having their back.
That’s where the allure is. It’s not to be a biker’s chick or be a part of a family that beats the shit out of a drug dealer for selling crank to his pregnant ex wife. It’s to be protected and loved. To always have someone watching my back and protecting me if I when and if I need it.
I know that I cannot always be protected. I see this in my own life now that I am responsible for protecting myself and Abigail. As an adult now of almost 33 I still long to be protected.
I gather that most of it is about having someone to stand up; to advocate for me and honestly, deeply loving me.
I don’t doubt that there are people who love me; I am experiencing a gigantic part of that love now as I sit here writing this post from a beautiful front porch with my coffee. There is still that griefs that it’s not love from my parents I am receiving. It’s the love of a community of people who have banded together as a tribe of hooligans to love each other.
The hard thing and trite as it may be but you cannot truly love anyone else until you love yourself, for me that includes sitting in the freshness that I am also deeply loved by God. Seriously, try sitting for 30 seconds and mediate for 30 seconds on the fact alone that you are DEEPLY LOVED by God. It’s mind boggling.
So Sons of Anarchy; will I keep watching?
Probably, I have enough warnings from people to know when it starts to get dark. For right now its how I am witnessing and processing each episode with my own grief. It’s incredibly painful but so necessary.