|I''m so angry, I've been reduced to tears!|
Ever get so involved or vested in a TV show that you find yourself railing at the screen, screaming at the characters? I've just described myself to a T! Bear in mind, that I know what's around the corner! LOL! This movie, or series may have been written, cast and produced by Hollywood Hotshots. And it's filmed, not live, so whatever I think won't change the outcome, but still, I know best.
Sometimes I become so emotionally wound, that I not only shout, but use expletives. Hard to believed that I'd use profanity, isn't it? Huh? Detroit's very own Mother Teresa?
My outbursts are usually because one of the characters, usually a female, does something unusually stupid. Most times, it's an act which can cost her, and possibly everyone else involved, their lives. I'll yell at her, "What in the hell are you doing? Are you crazy? Go, go, go! Don't listen! Get out, now!" If she still doesn't follow my advice, I've been known to scream out, "Just kill the b***h! She's got a death wish! Put her out of her misery. Someone that stupid deserves to die!"
I was watching "Homeland" on Showime, the other night. IT IS A GREAT SERIES, by the way!! Watch it if you can. Anyway, the female lead, Carrie, is former CIA. She and her team, were responsible for a failed assassination attempt on a terrorist. Intel was provided by Hezbollah District Manager's wife, and Carrie's team is to extract the informant out of the country. Did I mention that this took place in Beirut, Lebanon? Hot, dangerous and explosive territory! So, they arrive at the residence, the wife is ceremoniously bundled into the vehicle, at which point Carrie decides to exit the SUV, end enter the assumed to be empty house to search for evidence as to why the assassination was foiled. Suffice it to say, neighboring Arabs, milling about outside on the street, witnessed all of this, with the outcome being that all the extraction team were jeopardized, imperiled, and just about killed! I was yelling so much that my neighbors probably thought I was 1) being raped, 2) having consensual sex, then they realized it was my house, and were heard to say: "Don't call the police. That's Ms. B's house. She's probably rambling about in her recliner!"
By the way, Carrie prevailed, along with her entire team, AND accidentally found crucial information! See, what did I know? I got all worked up for nothing. And know what? Next week I'll be glued to the set again! Good thing Carrie wasn't killed off like I suggested. There might have been a major complications! Who else would have carried the day?
Ironically, I don't believe I've ever ranted or said that to a male persona. Have I been conditioned that men are always "survivably correct?" "They never make stupid, irrational decisions in a crunch?" Or maybe, they're just not scripted that way. Or, and this is a big possible, - I AM OVER THINKING THINGS!
I THINK, the majority of TV viewing, with the exception of the news, is meant to be sheer escapism. That means that before I plop down into my Lazyboy, I should perform the following, in no particular order: get my cellphone and my snack of choice; position the remote on my right (I am right handed, you know); and this is really important, - TURN OFF MY BRAIN. Henceforth and so on... enjoy the entertainment!