To Chandler

Chandler Muriel Bing

15 Yemen Road


Dear Chandler,

When you landed, “And I just want a million dollars,” and looked hopefully at the door Rachel walked through, I knew it. I knew you were going to be the one who was going to make us laugh.

What’s there to not like about you? Releasing your vulnerabilities through humour and sarcasm? Handling awkward situations by talking too much? Working the dream job as a transponster?

You are every girl’s dream man. Funny, smart, handsome. Yet, you never managed to score; and I always wondered why.

Is it because you lacked the social skills? I think you were just too funny for them to handle.

Your dysfunctional family made you fear commitment, but you got through it! Not that making self-deprecating jokes is a healthy way to deal with trauma but at least you make everyone around you laugh. You epitomize an alternate masculinity we really need, Chandler.

Even though you were, “Hopeless and awkward and desperate for love,” you fell in love with your best friend and managed to show us what true love looked like. It was always ‘others before yourself’ for you and will probably be like this forever.

There is a part of you that reminds me of me. That part that is uncomfortable to deal with feelings, or the part that just finds the concept of love awkward. Swallowing your feelings and being unhappy forever, sounds pretty good to me too.

See you at Thanksgiving. I promise I’ll appreciate your cranberry sauce. Also, Chandler,

Could you be any more loveable?


Someone who is interested in your sarcastic comments.

Author: Charu Sabharwal

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