But not the dairy kind. No, I am addicted to cheesy tv shows. The ones that are so incredibly over-dramatic, you’re embarrassed to admit to people that you watch them. Yes, I used to watch Crossing Jordan. Yes, it was unbelievably over the top. Yes, it often made me cry. Shut up, I found it to be very cleansing. It was like an emotional enema. Sure, it was over the top and you felt a little guilty for allowing it to get to you, but it provided a nice little opportunity to let whatever was really bothering you out. At the end of the hour, you felt like something had been flushed out of your system and you went on with your day feeling a little bit lighter.
Have I mentioned this before? I feel like I’m repeating myself, but I can’t find another entry in my archives. I suspect that I may be going senile.
Anyways, I loved Crossing Jordan and I miss it. Nothing else on tv is quite so over the top. Unless you want to start getting into Lifetime Movies and I just do not want to go there. That’s a bell that you can’t unring. And even I have my standards.
Why am I telling you all this? Because a couple of nights ago, Kristian and I watched a tv show and it hit a raw nerve and made me cry. And very much not in a good way. I enjoy shedding a few tears on the behalf of fictional characters and then moving on with my life. Full on sobs? Not so much my bag, baby. I’m not entirely sure why I felt that show so deeply, but I imagined myself as one of the characters (always dangerous when it’s an episode designed to be a tear jerker) and then I couldn’t stop crying. I think that Kristian thought that I had lost my mind. Maybe I had. I still felt drained and weepy an hour later.
In the interest of not spoiling the end of an episode that someone might want to watch later (the sad bits were all in the last 5-10 minutes), I’ll just say that somebody died and that somebody had a significant other and I somehow managed to put myself in that significant other’s shoes. And it felt very, very real. I’m not entirely sure why. I think that it might be because I’ve been reading this blog lately. A blog that is about losing your partner. A blog that is very much the definition of not cheesy or over the top but is, in fact, very poignant, sweet and strangely uplifting (I am constantly inspired by the fact that Matt is able to function. I would still be in a catatonic state if I were him).
I suppose that my small glimpse into the real life of a man who has lost his wife and who is making the best out of an incredibly shitty, unfair, fucked up situation just made watching the drama unfold on tv just a little too real. Kindof like how dead baby jokes probably aren’t all that funny to people who have lost a child. Ok, bad example, dead baby jokes aren’t funny to people who don’t have a fucked up sense of humor like I do. Also, I haven’t lost a partner, so this is all just me being really, really oversensitive. But you get what I mean.
I should probably consider getting a season pass for something lighthearted and fluffy. Actually, I should probably just watch less tv.
I cried the first time I saw Matt’s blog. It still breaks my heart every time I read it.
Army Wives is my secret, cheesy, dramatic, tear jerker show. Every episode makes me cry. Every one. Starts out as the sniffles, and then just gets ugly.
It’s my off season emotional show though. Grey’s Anatomy is usually my emotional outlet show. Some episodes will be all sad and cleansing but they are always balanced with sex. That exam room sex scene… I could watch that all day. I have to share, Patrick Dempsey will make everything better 😉