Last week was the Season Finale of my favorite show ever– Parenthood. I am so overly, and unhealthily attached to the Braverman family. There is something about the way they connect with each other and talk and still love one another after they fight. It’s a sickness, because all week I’ve been grieving that I have to wait until the fall when they come back. Luckily, to ease the pain a bit, the Mindy Project is back. Not exactly the same and I get cheated out of half hour of TV time. Either way, Mindy makes me laugh, laugh, laugh out loud.
See, this is why I can’t watch TV. I get way too emotionally involved with the characters. More so, it’s the story. As a writer, I love a good story. For television, if you can surprise me with amazing, witty and lifelike dialogue, I’m a fan forever–even through the reruns (Friends, cough cough).
And don’t even get me started on books. If I dive into a book that really hooks me, I read it in three or four hours. One sitting, can’t put it down. I’m lost, and the characters are real to me and I’ve been known to weep when one dies. (My Sister’s Keeper, cough cough.)
Who doesn’t love a good story? Who doesn’t want someone to connect with them in a way that feels as if, “wow, you really get me.” ?
That’s what so many people are missing out on–having someone really understand where you are coming from, what your struggle is. Or opening your eyes to a struggle you never even considered. And it’s so easy to find, that story. That story that says,
I don’t know why I keep doing the things I hate to do, and I know better, but I keep doing them.
I’m lost and alone and have no friends and avoid people when possible.
I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel better and be healthy.
__________________ (fill in the blank).
A book has been written that truly understands you. You just have to read it…
What’s your all time favorite book or TV show? Share with me, I’d love to know.