I never write this blog with the idea that anyone actually is listening but my computer. But I suppose that's how cyberspace works. You put it out there and it's there. This blog is that silent listener for me. It's my horrendously underpaid psychiatrist.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Roses and Tears
This is my guilty pleasure. It's weird and childish, and I know it does not represent reality.
And yet...
Here's the thing: I feel like it is one of the most real shows out there in that it shows some pretty raw emotions that are not normally present in movies or everyday scripted television. It shows people at their absolute worst, most private moments. I'm speaking of when you get your heart broken. The moment when you are hurt and pissed and confused and alone. I find it fascinating to watch. Maybe because I can relate to it. We all can, I think. Everyone's had at least one, if not several, of those moments.
It can be painful to watch, maybe because it is so real at times. Or maybe it's because it's like a car crash or train wreck you can't take your eyes away from.
Do I believe that true love can result from this show? I don't pretend to think that there is anywhere you can or cannot find love. It's always unexpected and unpredictable. Who's to say it can't happen. As happy as I am alone, I think that I also sort of take comfort in the fact that maybe, just by living my life, hanging out in Portland, love might sneak up on me unawares.
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