Love and TV (Aren't They Really Just Synonyms for One Another?)

Ah, yes, the most dreaded topic. Love. It can send shivers up your spine (both good and bad). Well, to define it technically (thanks to Merriam-Webster) love is "strong affection shown out of kinship or personal ties, warm attachment and enthusiasm" and blah blah. And, yes, even "attraction based on sexual desire" (oh so commonly mistaken for love). Anyway, we all know what love "is," or at least we have our ideas of what it is, don't we? How many times have you personally been in love, if at all? I count mine at 2. I've felt strongly for several girls, but love is different. The first was my first love in the 3rd grade (I mentioned her in earlier posts). I know it's love because when I think about her, even now, there is a tightening in my chest and only warm feelings (explaining love is not an easy task). The second was more recent; this year, actually. It ended rather dramatically, but the feelings remain. She is one of the (very) few people I would give my life to protect without hesitation. Not being with her is so unimaginably painful. I mean, having tried to kill myself and watching my father die of cancer is nothing compared to this; the pain and hurt of this one love overwhelms me more than they ever did or could (it's a horrible thing to say, but true nonetheless). It's a crushing feeling; almost smothering. I want to cry right now as I'm writing this, so I guess I better cut this topic short.

So, let's see, I really didn't plan to write about anything else. Oh, okay, well last night I ordered a pizza, right? Well, the delivery guy was the same guy from the store I was at where he told me all about how he was taking care of a child on his own, yadda yadda (mentioned him in the 9/13 post, "The Forgotten"). Anyway, he seems a bit "drugged out," but it could be from lack of sleep as he suggests. Anyway, so now he's been a checkout clerk and a pizza guy in my world. It's as if my life is a sitcom and we don't have enough actors to play the parts. Ah, well.

Speaking of sitcoms, I want to do a little nitpicking of the Emmy Awards. I want to start by saying I am glad they're being more diverse and giving nominations and even the award to shows that may not be getting the highest viewership. It is about quality, you know. Not exactly overjoyed at Lost winning Best Drama, but with the other nominees it's really not a surprise. I am still waiting for CSI to take home that Emmy and maybe next year they will. Supporting actor should have gone to Peter Boyle for Everybody Loves Raymond. Instead, it goes to co-star Brad Garrett for the 3rd time. Boyle, meanwhile, was nominated 7 times and was the only actor to walk away from the show without winning an Emmy for his performance. Shame, Emmys, shame. Outstanding Comedy Series did go to the show, which wasn't really a surprise. Many people thought Desperate Housewives would win, but we all knew they'd be back next season. Also, I kind of hoped Family Guy would win for animated series, just because it's a personal favorite.

Today's quotes from Therapist in a Box: an unknown person said, "A Freudian slip is when you say one thing and mean your mother." And, from Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung: "Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you."