{"id":340,"date":"2008-07-07T22:30:49","date_gmt":"2008-07-08T03:30:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hoperoth.com\/blog\/?p=340"},"modified":"2008-07-07T22:31:23","modified_gmt":"2008-07-08T03:31:23","slug":"i-admit-it-i-am-addicted-to-cheese","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hoperoth.com\/blog\/i-admit-it-i-am-addicted-to-cheese\/","title":{"rendered":"I Admit It, I Am Addicted to Cheese"},"content":{"rendered":"

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<\/a>. 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<\/i> 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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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. <\/p>\n

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<\/i> 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.<\/p>\n

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<\/a> lately. A blog that is about losing your partner. A blog that is very much the definition of not<\/i> 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). <\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

I should probably consider getting a season pass for something lighthearted and fluffy. Actually, I should probably just watch less tv. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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