This is always a sad time of year. The time when TV shows must come to an end and take a summer vacation. Leaving us nothing to watch except for Big Brother when it starts up in July.
Finale week has come to an end, and with it, most of the shows that I watch. Only a few remain. However I have yet to shed a tear. This is abnormal for me. Usually commercials can get me in tears, so Grey's Anatomy usually has me bawling on the couch.
But no, I did not cry when Marshall and Lily's baby Marvin Waitforit Erikson was born. I had a glistening tear during Desperate Housewives. But considering all that happened in the episode and that it was the end of an era and I will never again have it to watch on Sunday nights, I should have been devastated. I didn't cry when Amelia's brainless baby was born on Private Practice. No crying when Glee won Nationals, something we have waited three seasons for. And Grey's. Last night is when I noticed this issue that I was having. Lexie Grey is killed off, one of my favourite characters, the person I assumed would take over for Meredith when Ellen Pompeo decided she had enough of the series, and not a tear. I find it concerning. My eyes are broken.
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