Fox’s new show “New Girl” has to be one of my favourite TV shows on air right now and even more so, of all time.

You may say that it’s way too early to say that, seeing as it’s only been on for about 5 episodes, but I get this warm and fuzzy feeling every time I watch it and can’t help but fall in love with the damn thing!

Every 5 seconds I’m laughing about something and it catches me off guard.

I wonder “why am I laughing so much?”

“What have the writers done with this show that makes me feel this way?”

And I realize, while I’m sure the writers have a lot to do with it, I feel like a massive part of it is the actors. To me, it feels like these characters aren’t just characters. It feels like the actors are channeling a healthy portion of who they really are and infusing these characters with that. They aren’t trying to be funny as much as they are simply being.

At their core, they are, for lack of a better word, silly.

You know, silly.

That side that (most of) you only share with someone you’re really close to.

That side that makes you dance no matter how badly you may do so and sing just because you feel like it and do a random somersault into a jump kick because you can without a care in the world because you’re not being judged.

Only these actors, they’ve figured out a way to care less about who may or may not be judging them and don’t hide who they are and in turn, aren’t judged at all and instead they’re praised.

Or they are by me, at least, because I do care and I don’t want to. Sometimes I’ll fly off the handle and forget people are watching, but then I’m quickly reminded that they are when I get a “what the fuck is wrong with you?” glare, and I climb back in my shell, and do you know what the worst part about it is?

I give that same glare to others.

And do you know why?

Because I’m jealous.

I’m jealous that there’s this whole side of me that hardly anyone knows because I can’t seem to forget that they’re all watching and glaring and judging and ridiculing.

For those few seconds that I do manage to forget, though, I’m reminded of the first time I met my wife and we spent the day traveling around Louisville and when we stopped at this park, we just sat there basking in each others silliness and I felt so at home for the first time in forever.

Or maybe ever.

This is what “New Girl” does for me.

Makes me feel comfortable.

Warm and fuzzy.

It makes me want to hang out with the characters on this show because I know I could be myself around them.

So here’s to being me more often.

Here’s to being more often.

And here’s to rubbing off on others so that we can all share the real us and stop hiding.