I am not resigned.
Nov. 21st, 2003 03:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joiedecombatJonathan Brandis is dead.
For a lot of people, I suppose that won't mean much. He played Lucas in the TV series seaQuest, and was the major crush of my high school career. He was also young Bill in It, starred in a couple of silly TV-movies and a bad sequel to The Neverending Story, and apparently had a minor role in Hart's War.
I don't, as a general rule, fixate on celebrities. I got out of the habit not long after graduating from high school, either from a growth in maturity or just a dwindling patience with the idea of playing at being in love with someone I've never met and don't know. I've been known to crush on characters, with a certain predictable regularity, but my teenaged crush on Brandis was pretty much the only significant one I went through before I got that sort of thing out of my system.
And he's dead. Possibly suicide. He was twenty-seven.
It makes me feel weird. My high school crushes should not be dying. And it makes me sad.
All I can think is that it's such a waste.
I don't pretend to be grieving. I hadn't really thought about the guy or my erstwhile crush on him in years, except to be deeply amused at Two Came Back, one of the aforementioned TV movies and an unintentionally hilarious experience in cinema.
But I have regrets - as many for the finality with which a past chapter of my life has been closed as for the death of a talented young man I didn't know. I feel somehow older than I did a few hours ago.
So long, Lucas.
For a lot of people, I suppose that won't mean much. He played Lucas in the TV series seaQuest, and was the major crush of my high school career. He was also young Bill in It, starred in a couple of silly TV-movies and a bad sequel to The Neverending Story, and apparently had a minor role in Hart's War.
I don't, as a general rule, fixate on celebrities. I got out of the habit not long after graduating from high school, either from a growth in maturity or just a dwindling patience with the idea of playing at being in love with someone I've never met and don't know. I've been known to crush on characters, with a certain predictable regularity, but my teenaged crush on Brandis was pretty much the only significant one I went through before I got that sort of thing out of my system.
And he's dead. Possibly suicide. He was twenty-seven.
It makes me feel weird. My high school crushes should not be dying. And it makes me sad.
All I can think is that it's such a waste.
I don't pretend to be grieving. I hadn't really thought about the guy or my erstwhile crush on him in years, except to be deeply amused at Two Came Back, one of the aforementioned TV movies and an unintentionally hilarious experience in cinema.
But I have regrets - as many for the finality with which a past chapter of my life has been closed as for the death of a talented young man I didn't know. I feel somehow older than I did a few hours ago.
So long, Lucas.
