Safe For The Time Being

So, we can all agree that I can be an idiot at times. Not only that, but half of the stuff that comes out of my mouth is meant in jest, if not complete and utter crap. Now that I've prefaced the story by reminding you that I can be an idiot at times! and half of the stuff that comes out of my mouth is meant in jest!, I feel I can continue...

There's this guy that I've always known was meant for me in every way. He's my Perfect Guy, the guy I compare all other guys to. Why am I not with this guy, you ask? Well, when I said he was perfect for me in every way, I may have been exaggerating. When I had the opportunity to snatch him up, there was a slight problem. Okay, a make-or-break problem. He's conservative—and in all the wrong ways. I always told myself, and anyone who would listen, that if he became more liberal, I would marry him in a heartbeat. And I have been saying this for years and years...

Well, before the election my Perfect Guy announced that he wasn't sure who he was voting for. I was drinking a glass of water at the time and when the words "not sure" hit me, the water exploded from my lips in a fountain of shocked little droplets. ...Or at least that's how I imagine it would have gone, had I been drinking a glass of water. Anyway, you get how unexpected it was. So, I found out about his uncertainty and I immediately told one of my best friends (who has heard me say thousands of times how I would marry him if he became more liberal). And I, being the idiot that I am, said to her, "If he votes for Obama, I'll propose!" She laughed, told me that if he voted for Obama, she'd drive me there herself and then we just kind of let it go.

A little while later I met up with a friend I hadn't seen in a while and I told her this story because I thought it would amuse her, as it was a joke. She looked me straight in the face and said, "Kendra, you've been saying this for years and years, but this time I'm holding you to it. If he votes for Obama, you have until New Year's to propose or else I'm doing it for you." I protested, insisting it was a joke, but it was all for naught. Apparently, the bet was on.

Now, here I am telling you this story on November 10. The election was decided almost exactly 5 days ago. My fate has been decided: will I or won't I have to do the most embaressing thing I could ever imagine? Have I avoided all possible ways of knowing who my he voted for? Yes. But why? It's over and done with; there's nothing I can do about it now. Why would I put it off? He probably didn't even vote for Obama, so why am I so worried?

Unfortunately, there is always truth in jest. I've always pictured myself growing up, getting married, having kids, and growing old with my husband. It's a normal thing to do. However, the husband I get married to, the father of my children, the man I grow old with—it's always him, my Perfect Guy. Now, here I am on the brink of possibly having to propose to him, the father of my imaginary children. I'm terrified. I can't think, can't move. What if I don't have to propose? It would be a relief, but at the same time disappointing. And what if I do have to? What if he laughed in my face? Him! The father of my imaginary children! Laughing in my face when I propose to him! I don't think I could take it. Every single fantasy I've ever had about marriage, kids, companionship, would be obliterated. Gone forever. Never to return...

So, I choose to live in the dark. When the time comes I'll find out—I'll have to. But until then, ignorance is bliss...

Mad World

So, it's been a long time since I've written. Don't worry, I'm sure there's a post to come that will let me rant or obsess over the tiny little insignificant things that have happened to me, personally, over the last few months. However, right now, in this very moment, all I want to write about is this...

Jayne Brook is an great actress. It's a shame she doesn't have a stable job at the moment, but at least she's got appearances in all the top shows. Normally, I wouldn't fault her for doing lots of bit parts in lots of TV shows, but this isn't normally.

When the creators of Grey's Anatomy brought us Private Practice, the pilot of the show was actually an extended episode of Grey's Anatomy. In fact, even after Private Practice ended its first season, Addison went back to Seattle Grace to do a guest appearance. Usually, TV worlds are not so intricately laced together. However, the makers have carefully created a TV reality in which exists both Private Practice and Grey's Anatomy. That is why I'm so upset!

Do you remember Gwen, the divorce lawyer with seizures, from Grey's Anatomy?
There she is, talking to Addison's husband. Normal, right? Sure, it's just Jayne Brook playing a regular patient with a problem Dr. Shepherd can hopefully fix. Except for the fact that at the end she says something like, "I'm going to quit my job, so hopefully I won't have seizures anymore. But if I do, I'll be back here to get the surgery."

Enter Jayne Brook. I recognize her immediately (having watched Season 2 of Grey's recently).
I'm excited—the creators have decided to follow up on the divorce-lawyer-with-seizures story in Private Practice! ...But, wait, what's that? ...Her name's Meg? ...She's a doctor? ...From Doctors Without Borders? ...She's known Pete, Addison's new coworker, for years and years?

HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN??? This was a huuuuuge casting mistake. Don't get me wrong—I love Jayne Brooks and I think she plays both characters impeccably. However, if Kate Walsh is Addison Montgomery in both series, then Jayne Brook has to be one—and only one—character as well. I'm glad Meg goes off to Ghana to save children because I really couldn't have taken it if she had stayed. The creators took all this time to delicately intertwine these two series and their characters. And then to make a huge, easily-avoidable mistake such as this? It's just careless. I expect better from my trashy, soap-opera-like, fake-medical-tragedy television shows. I mean, really.

Hopefully next time I'll be in the right mood to blog about something of substance. ...But don't get your hopes up—I have 2 midterms this week.