#full disclosure: im 19 ive never been in a relationship

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Ok but what confuses me is that Lawrence most definitely started to get his shit together while he was still with Issa. Like don't try to act like Issa wasn't basically just sitting there complaining about his inactiveness to Molly while not communicating her feelings to him. Example of that? When she made that snide comment b4 going to the club with Molly in s1 and then kissed Daniel in his car that very night.......He acted genuinely surprised bc that was most likely her first time verbally expressing unhappiness with his efforts.

He then went and took a job he was genuinely over qualified for and was actively trying to show her that he loved her and wanted to be better. THEN, he went in for the job interview @ that tech place and almost didn't take it bc he felt he was once again over qualified bc of his college degree and what progress he'd made with his own technological efforts. When he expressed this to Issa and she urged him to take it anyway bc y'know bills and through that job he could gain more opportunities and he took it.

Y'all really act like Lawrence hadn't been @ her WeGotYall event in a suit and a fresh haircut and new job AFTER she'd already cheated.

As Molly said, Lawrence saw she was unhappy and changed for her. He became better for her. Bc he loved her. So I really don't get the frustration about his character.

Issa cheated on him, she'd emotionally and mentally abandoned the relationship way b4 she even fucked Daniel.

Now s2 Lawrence....idek.

Ok he did Tasha wrong. From the very beginning. He knew that she had romantic feelings for him and still fucked her. Like yeah shorty consented but still that's a shitty thing to do when u know that person is already weak to you. Then I genuinely think everything he did to her after that (apologizing when he wasn't sorry, pseudo dating her just to fuck and then embarrassing her in front of her family when he said he'd be there) I think all of that was genuinely him doing nice guy shit to convince himself that he was still a good guy. I think everything in s2 was him focusing on how Issa's actions hurt him and not necessarily on how his own actions led to them. And therefore he couldn't fully deal with that pain and heal bc he never acknowledged his part in it. Bc while cheating is inexcusable, there is definitely a reason.

Issa is obviously someone who lacks passion and ambition and Daniel represented that for her when Lawrence didn't. Even after Lawrence showed that he had heard her it still wasn't enough. So she cheated.

Issa and Lawrence did themselves no favors by not talking about the situation afterwards. Like they were together 5 years? They owed themselves that conversation. Lawrence obviously had never wanted to come to terms with the fact that he had dropped the ball, he had stopped being what not only Issa needed but what he needed. Even when he had gotten his shit together, he didn't really stop to assess how he had even gotten to that point. So he started to view everything that happened in s1 through a very narrow perspective. He started to view himself as the victim and this paved the way for all of that anger and frustration to manifest in his s2 behavior.

I think Insecure is great in that they took a very common archetype of today's black man humanized him. We've seen this type of ain't shit nigga before but we've rarely seen them see the error of their ways and grow to be better.

#insecure hbo #issa rae #jay ellis #damn i wrote more than i thought #lol #full disclosure: im 19 ive never been in a relationship #this is all just what ive seen in my years of life paired w/ my own perspective

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