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crying over TV

I admit I’m a TV junkie.  I like good TV, though.  I want a show that sucks me in and makes me really care for the characters.  I want to feel what they are feeling.

Very few shows really pull me that far into their world.  Most I fall in love with for various reasons and I like the show because it’s funny or has memorable lines and the characters are interesting and silly or whatever but certain shows just really get me.

A couple weeks ago I was watching Lost and I got to the episode where the freighter blows up taking Gin with it.  I actually screamed (well, not a full scream because it was the middle of the night and I didn’t want to wake people, more like a very loud gasp) and then I burst into tears.  I cried for several minutes.

I cried during the season finale of House in the spring, too.  Watching the characters deal with Amber’s death was heart-wrenching.  Same with Bones.  I teared up when Zack admitted he was the killer and couldn’t bare to watch that episode again for weeks.  It was just too painful.

Now another show sucked me in: One Tree Hill.  It’s not really the kind of show I watch normally.  I kind of outgrew the major teen dramas in college (besides Veronica Mars) but after watching Lost I needed to find something different to watch.

A friend of mine really likes the show and I know it is popular so I checked it out.  After watching the 1st season I was interested.  I was starting to like the characters and really loathing some of them (because that is what you are supposed to do).

Well I’m half way through season 3 and I’m devestated.  I haven’t cried this hard in months, not since my seperation.  If you’ve seen the show you probably know I’m talking about Keith’s death.  That whole episode was sad and I didn’t cry only when Keith died.  I cried through most of it.  The kid that went on the rampage…that was so sad.  I was that kid.  I was the invisible kid in school, just skating by–happy to be ignored most of the time.

I was the kid that went home and cried myself to sleep because I couldn’t understand why people disliked me so much or cared so little. I was the kid that had to learn not to care, to be flippant and uninterested in other people.  “Whatever” became my catch phrase because I didn’t want to care any more.  It was the only way to survive.

And I did survive.  There was a little speech in one of the scenes about how the point of high school is to just survive and go on with your life.  I think I figured that out back then, sometime mid-sophomore year.  One more day over was one less day I had to spend in school.  And now as an adult looking back, it doesn’t seem so bad.  All the things teens find important usually don’t matter in the end.

Anyway, I watched that episode and the next with a heavy heart.  I cried and cried and felt all the pain the characters were feeling.  I graduated high school 13 years ago and that one episode brought back a lot of old feelings and pain.  Watching characters deal with a death of a loved one brought back all the hurt and confusion of losing my mom 8 years ago.  Then there was the pain I felt being seperated from my husband.  That was the freshest pain of all.  He might not have been dead but the stages you go through when you grieve are the same.

The denial, the anger, the guilt, the depression…they are all the same.  I felt them all in the 6 weeks he was gone.  Right down to the acceptance.  The only difference between a seperation and a death is with the seperation there is a chance to make ammends.  Just days after accepting that things were over and he wasn’t coming home, that I would have to live my life without him–he called and begged to come home.

Six weeks doesn’t sound like much now but it was an eternity back then.  I didn’t think I was strong enough to go on, but I did.  Just like I didn’t think I was strong enough to go on after my mom died, but I did.  Just like I didn’t think I was strong enough to get through high school and junior high (which was 10 times worse then high school), but I did.

Makes me worry about my kids.  In just 6 years my oldest will be off to high school.  Two years after that my son will join her and the year after that my middle daughter will be a freshman.  I’ll have 3 kids trying to navigate the insanity.  That’s a scary thought.

Okay, I’m rambling yet again.  All this silly nostalgia over a TV show.  All the tears over a TV show.  All the memories…

Now that’s good TV.

new obsession

Well, I don’t know if it is a true obsession yet but I am now a big fan of Lost.  I was looking for a show to watch last week and settled on Lost and now I’m hooked.  I had never watched a single episode before then.

My reasons for not watching were pretty simple.  When the pilot aired there was something else I watched on at that time.  Next thing I knew they were several episodes in and from the previews I concluded that it was the kind of show you really wanted to see from the beginning so you could appreciate and understand what was going.  So I never watched it and here they are getting ready for season 5 in January.

My dad recommended it to me over the summer.  He caught it in reruns and got hooked and we already shared a love of many of the same shows/kinds of shows.  So finally last week I found a website that hosted all the episodes online and started watching.

I think I was hooked from the very first moments of the first episode.  The whole plane crash was spectacular.  By the end of the episode I was into it and loved the format of the flashbacks that gave just a tiny bit of info about the characters.

Since then I’ve watched all of seasons 1, 2 and 3.  I’m on episode 3 of season 4 right now and very, very confused…which is a good thing.  The show plays up on the feeling of being “lost” which is how I feel.  I’ve watched every episode in turn with only minutes (or a night) in-between and I’m still lost and confused, but in a good way.  It makes you feel like you are one of the survivors trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

And I’ve become emotionally vested in the characters. I’ve cried on more then one occasion, the last was when Charlie died (I really liked his character).  I’m totally into the Jack/Kate/Sawyer love triangle and can’t blame Kate for not being able to choose although it gets on my nerves sometimes, mostly because she keeps hurting Sawyer and what that man needs is a stable relationship.

This show is going on my list of DVDs to pick up.

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