I've spent an unhealthy amount of time lately watching Grey's Anatomy. It's a good show, so I don't really have a problem with it. To a point, I'm just amused. I've had many obsessions with various television shows over the years. Some have stayed with me, and others haven't. Sometimes I re-watch episodes because they were good or because I have nothing better to do.
I really don't think, however, that there's any show I've watched more than this one, lately anyway. And I'm not entirely sure what appeals to me so much about it. Part of it is undoubtedly that it's human. The emotions feel real and tangible and even though I know it's just another doctor show that's unreal and exaggerated, certain things about it feel believable enough to make sense.
But I'm just rambling again. And I know it isn't making sense. And I know it's not relevant. How did I ever find things to write about? Oh right, life was more dramatic and emotional then. Now it's all just futile worry and senseless chatter floating around here. I really need to find myself some more exciting hobbies. Oh well. I'll get there.
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