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Addicted to Grey's anatomy and other random theories

So last week, Boody got me the first two seasons of Grey's anatomy. In normal circumstances, movies and series stay on my laptop till the end of time before I actually get myself to start watching. But since these last few days have just been too much for me to handle , you just look for distraction.

If you're wondering why the last few days suck, I'll just say I have 4 different kinds of problems:( guy problems, work problems, health problems, and family problems. When it rains.... it pours. And Grey's anatomy doesn't make it any better.

It started out as a simple, one episode before I go to bed, then the one episode became 4, intercepted with a cup of home-made Chai (which I learnt how to do, but haven't perfected yet). Followed by 5 episodes the next day , along with a cup of white chocolate and coconut frescato from Costa and a piece of tiramisu cake that doesn't even remotely stand a competing chance with that of coffee bean and tea leaf, but I was craving it for a couple of days and finally got it. Then 3 episode the day after with a cup of water and lots of tissues , as for no known reason I cried my eyes out (which i haven't done for a while but yet it wasn't much of a relief). Then 3 episode the following day and 3 more today.

Anyway, the thing about it, is that I keep thinking and philosophizing about love, life , the universe and everything; actually mostly life and love. And here are a few of my insights:

*I dislike Meridith Grey; can't stand girls like that in real life, the ones that go on and on making mistakes and blame fate or love or life for their choices in life. You made a mistake, deal with it. You made your choice, stand up to it..kefaya dala3 !I can't take compliments, or accept being spoilt ; I really don't know how to. I don't know how to react or deal with it, and when someone tries to spoil me just a bit or tell me a nice complement, I either freeze, say something completely ridiculous or crack a smart-ass joke that totally ruins the moment. I don't know if it's fear of getting used to something that I know is either unreal or will just go away in a matter of time, is it a control issue (I am a control freak in a way) , am I just not used to people being nice to me or is it a built-in feature in my system that one can't override.

*My favorite character so far is Christina Yang. I wish I was as tough as she is, even in her vulnerability, she is stronger than most. As much as I pretend to be tough or wear my plastic mask, everyone who knows me, or reads my blog knows how to penetrate that mask. I feel transparent most of the time.

*Christina panicked when Burk opened the car door for her. I just realized, no one has opened the car door for me before. I try to imagine my reaction to that.. no clue!

*I keep comparing myself to George, whom I really like, but he has those bits and pieces that annoy me as they remind me of me; being everyone's friend, clumsy, emotionally attached to someone unavailable, smart at work but not so smart in relationships, says all the wrong things all the time, show when I'm lying and can't keep my mouth shut for long(3atef)...etc

*I think I'm the least interesting women possible in a relationship and really I started to understand the reasons for the three ex-s. If we say that men enjoy the chase, like mysterious women , power games, just a touch of mess and spontaneity then I am simply unattractive. I don't do the chase, I either like you or don't. And if I don't then forget it, if I do, then I'll most likely tell you in your face. I am not a mysterious person, like I said, I am transparent, WYSIWYG, and most probably after talking to me for three or four times, you'd know all my past present and future. When it comes to power games, that's a bit tricky. See , I tend to take control of everything unless someone who I trust attempts that faster than I do. And I am pretty quick, so most people just have no chance. And finally, being a neat organized control freak doesn't leave a chance for spontaneity, does it? However, the above, in my opinion, make me an excellent candidate for a best friend. A convenient person, who likes to spoil you and get nothing in return, who will show you how I feel about you without any mind games, transparent about how I feel and think and believe, will gladly take the responsibilities which you leave behind , punctual and organized. What would anyone want more in a friend?

*As much as I like to compare, I know that this is just a series and it is not real life. You ask for proof, I quote a Beautiful South in Rotterdam ,
"And everyone is blonde
And everyone is beautiful
and when blonde and beautiful are multiple
they become so dull and dutiful"

*And even though everyone is blonde and beautiful and that doesn't really happen in real life, one thing really happens in real life and is worth a celebration: friendship. Seeing how friends lift you up when you're down is worth way more than anything you can possibly mention.

Comments

Nag said…
am not surprised you identify with Christina :D

bass ur very unlike her in one thing: she is EXTREMELY filthy in her personal life!

I identify with Izzie a LOT :)
Zeww said…
@Nag..
Thanks I guess :)
You do have a lot in common with Izzie fe3lan.

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