Fleabag is all of us, yk. The regrets, the exhaustion, the love, and the hopes for something better someday.
You kept saying the whole thing was just sex in the beginning — and yeah, on the surface it was. But when you go deeper, you see that for Fleabag, she thinks she’s worth only her body. That’s the only thing she feels is worthy of love and respect. When in reality she’s smart, witty, talented, and a genuinely good human being.
Which is, again, all of us. Each of us defines ourselves by one thing — the thing we think gives us value — and we forget the rest. Often it’s only other people who see the good in us before we do.
Then there’s Claire, who puts up with anything and everything to keep control over her unstable world, taking on too many responsibilities because she believes it’s her job to fix everyone and everything. I’ve seen almost every girl go through some version of that.
And the Priest — trying so hard to not turn out like his messed-up family that he found God and lost love along the way.
The ending, where Fleabag finally says goodbye to the viewer and walks away, is so beautiful. She finally feels like she’ll be okay by herself — without us, without him — knowing that someone else’s love alone won’t fix her.
And my god, that line:
Either everybody feels this way a little or I’m completely fucking alone.
My god.
Fantastic writing from the actress, fr fr. The show is absolutely beautiful in the most chaotic way.