So that no one will think that I have an addictive personality, I am going to call the following an obsession. I’m not sure which is worse.
The truth is that I’m wishing… pining… hoping… yearning… anticipating… awaiting… raring for Thursday. Why you ask?
I know, I know… it is SO cliche to watch and love and be obsessed with Grey’s Anatomy. You probably know at least twenty people who love it like I do. And, it is a bit pathetic, I know.
But, I love it, I do. I love McDreamy and McSteamy and ESPECIALLY Alex. And I can’t wait to see how they bring Ava back on Thursday night. And I hate Lexi being on there now and I HATE that McDreamy shows her any attention at all. And I can’t believe that two women are fighting over George. And I hate how ditzy Izzy acts and how clueless Meridith acts. I want Bailey to be back in charge and I want the Chief and Adele back together. And I’m so glad that Addison is finally gone because I just didn’t like her. And…
And… I know WAY too much about this show! I am WAY too involved with these characters. I mean… I actually talk about them like I know them, like they work at the local hospital. (Man, I wish they did.)
I’m about to go into anaphylactic shock.
Yet, every Thursday night (since I got hooked), I have have have to be near a TV. If I miss it, I go into withdrawal, like I’m coming off of crack cocaine or something. I get the shakes. I get headaches. I don’t sleep well. It is a horrid sight. (Disclaimer: I have never been on crack cocaine and don’t really know anything about the withdrawal from it. Mentioned only for dramatic effect and emphasis.)
A friend, who tried forever to get me to watch Grey’s, told me once that if I watched one episode, I would be hooked. Dang her… she was right.
I need my McDreamy. I need my McSteamy. I need my Alex and my Ava (TOGETHER!). I need Seattle Grace. Pathetic but true.
So all you Grey’s watchers, please come forth and make me feel better about this obsession. Tell me that you also love it. Tell me that you have to watch it every Thursday. Tell me that you long for Thursday like one might long for Christmas.
Or just tell me that I’m crazy.