I have a big shock for you
all. I am absolutely in love. With television shows.
I know, I know, it’s a huge
surprise to all of you who thought you knew me. “Rebekah? Watching Television?
Why I never!” I’m sure you’re all
clutching your chests and passing out onto fainting couches at this very
moment.
Well, now that I’m done
being sarcastic—I’d forgotten just how much fun it was to dive head first into
a new television series, a television drama to be specific. Comedies’ have their place, but to get really
pulled into a good dramatic storyline and a good overarching plot with a big
bad, and—oo. There is just nothing like it. It’s a rush. It’s exhilarating. It’s—addicting. And now I’m
beginning to wonder if I have a problem.
NOT THE POINT! The point is:
everyone has their thing. Mine is
stories. I love books, and I love movies, but nothing really tells a story like
a TV Show. Because that’s all TV shows are. Stories. Long running stories. Over multiple seasons.
That tend to fail miserably towards the end. And wander off in directions that
make me very angry. And leave me on awful mid-season cliff hangers where
characters make bad decisions. (I’m looking at you, Mike Ross. Honestly!) But I love them nonetheless.
And really, what is the
point in life if you don’t get to revel in experiences that you love?
(Also, it doesn’t hurt when
the new drama I’m watching has two very, very attractive leads with beautiful
accents. I’m just saying.)
<3
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