I have a couple ideas for blog posts. One on the more serious side, one not so much. I'm gonna start with the serious one as it's the one weighing on my mind right now. But the not serious one is already late - I should have posted it on the 19th. Whoopsies! But it's just gonna have to wait for now. I don't think I'll be able to stay awake to write two blogs tonight.
SPOILER ALERT: I am discussing the season finale of Grey's Anatomy, so if you watch it and haven't seen it yet - well, you've been warned!
Grey's Anatomy is one of my favorite shows. It's a medical drama based in Seattle (woohoo!). Tonight was the season finale. And it was a truly intense episode! My heart was racing from the get go, my palms were sweaty with anticipation, and more than once I screamed and put my hands in front of my face because I didn't want to see what had just happened.
The storyline was a man who, in grieving the loss of his wife, came back to Seattle Grace with a gun and started shooting people. His primary targets were the three surgeons who decided the best choice was to take his wife off life support. There was a lot more carnage than what I was expecting. Some characters died. Some survived. Others were called upon to step up in a way they haven't had to in the past.
I often try to picture how things I do must look to other people. If someone were walking by on the street and they could see me would they laugh at how worked up I was getting over a show? Arms flailing, screams and all? My guess is yes. Or if they didn't laugh then they just thought I was pathetic. The thought of what I must look like to someone made me laugh out loud.
Now, I know the difference between a television show and reality. Yes in one way I connect with the characters and I welcome them into my home each week. But these are actors portraying a fictional character. No one actually died who worked on that show. I was essentially getting worked up over nothing.
After the show I got onto Facebook and read my friends' updates. There was one that stood out. A high school friend today read a eulogy at her father's funeral. He passed away after fighting brain cancer for several months. Her dad was the same age as my dad. The death she was confronting was real. I read the eulogy - it was beautiful! So many wonderful memories were shared. And it made me feel very small for how worked up I had gotten over the show. All I could think about while reading her memories was how I would feel if I were facing my dad's death. I think devastated would only begin to express my feelings. Hopefully there are many, many, many years before I have to face that! And it makes me so very sad for my friend who is facing it now.
This doesn't mean that if I ever bring myself to watch tonight's episode again that I won't get worked up again. But it was a good reminder for me that while I can watch someone die on a tv show and laugh at my reaction, it's a completely different story for someone who is going through that with real emotions attached.
If you're looking for more reading, my friend's eulogy can be found here: The New Old Biddy
The writer's explanation of the tv episode is here: Grey's Anatomy
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