Sucked in.
That's me. It generally doesn't take much. Give me a lovable cast and access to all past episodes and you will find me immersing myself into a new TV series with little fight. I will live and breath it till I get current with the episodes. Thinking about it at work. Dreaming about it at night. Talking like the characters and worst of all, comparing myself to all the women in it. What if I looked like her? Had her hair? Her curves? Her fashion sense? What if I said witty things  and asked the right questions and made men fall deeply in love with me because of it?
Comparison is the worst of the sins. Covetousness makes me a green, unhappy girl. I guess I realize, deep down, that movies and TV shows are only made up stories with the intent of entertainment but I consistently find myself melting deep into them until I wish I was living that life. Perils and all. Not all of them, mind you. I've never wanted to live out an episode of Real Housewives but ask me to intern on House's staff and I would stop breathing from sheer excitement. I think it boils down to how effortless actors make those lives look. For instance, you would never see how long it took a character to get ready in the morning unless it benefited the show. You would never see an actor using the water closet, eating, suffering from a bad burrito, washing laundry, fighting a migraine, or working, applying the six different shades of blush and bronzer it takes to make cheeks look like that or using the six different styling tools it takes to make those sausage curls in their hair. Because that is the crap that takes up the majority of real peoples lives. Who wants to see that? I do. I need that. I need the full story. If it take 45 minutes for pretty hair and 45 for pretty makeup and 25 for a shower and  10 more for getting dressed, well I need to see that 2 hours and 5 minutes. Because I need to know that no ones life is as glamorous as it looks without work.
I'm sick. So I ran out of steam early. Blah blah blah, we all know I have self esteem issues and weight issues and issues with men and love so if we were honest with ourselves we would've said, yep that's what this post actually was about. Big surprise. Im going to bed.