When I decided to move from the U.S. and start a family and future here in Belgium, I deliberately burned bridges and lots of of them. More often than not you’re told not to burn your bridges. It’s not recommended in social and professional circles, although I believe it’s a necessary evil. I’m not calling for mass bridge-burning, but select bridges for your own good. Much like BB.
Burning bridges is equally difficult as maintaining them, in life, and being the one to have to do it gets brutal. I’m not talking about exes or old bosses, but people in your life you know to have wrong intents and superficial care for you. When those people want in on my life I stop them in their tracks early and surely, because life is too short to devote time to closeted haters. I’m dirty about it too, because I know my own worst enemies. I knew entering a new country-bumpkin country-town and social structure would depend on people’s first impressions of me. Much like BB.
I moved to Belgium with more support and love on the U.S. side than on the Belgian side. Davy was presumed “crazy stupid in love” to believe a Korean-American girl from New York City, who’d won Big Brother in the U.S., would move to the very rural suburbs of Belgium where the cows groaned loudly having sex once a week. Davy’s haters made racist fun of my Korean heritage and attempted to sabotage our whirlwind vacation romance-turned-engagement, and they still to this day wish they could rebuild bridges to try again. Davy’s exes lost their hot mess shits-for-brains as they plotted like North Korea against me still, while I thwarted and destroyed their flimsy bridges made of tampons and acrylic nails. Much like BB.
Back in the states, my true friends know that I’m right where I’ve always wanted to be and they pour out love and support in the way only true friends can. Most people in my life with ulterior motives have fallen away, and from all the way here in my little town of Evergem the U.S. looks massive like I’ve never appreciated it before. A Google search reveals that the act of burning bridges originated in military tactics, and it makes total sense if you want to stop the enemy from following you. If you have few enemies in life then you burn less bridges, and if you have many then you burn more. NOT like BB.
Everyone in the BB house is technically your “enemy” in the most dramatic reality television sense.
I agree with Clio on not burning bridges in BB, although I’ll add post-jury. Barring any twist that brings back evicted HGs, you can do what you want with the HGs pre-jury. I was too cold and calculating to care about the HGs in my season evicted pre-jury, but that’s just me. When you get down to jury numbers is where your diary room goodbye messages become important as you bid farewell to the sucker who just walked out the door. Your behavior towards your enemies should become more calculated as the numbers dwindle. Your bridges should remain intact but with heavy tolls to pass.
In a season of bridges all over the place, sometimes leading to HGs most erogenous zones, I do wonder who will reign supreme Master of Bridges. Although all these twists CBS is throwing at us is defeating many purposes.
Photo Credit: Burning Bridges