PM…C?

Posted 2 years, 4 months ago at 3:31 am. 0 comments

I don’t get PMS. Well, I suppose I do, but not in what seems to be the conventional manner. I cry. I cry lots. I cry hysterically, all over the place. Everywhere I go.

I’ve developed an unhealthy addiction to Grey’s Anatomy. As a sworn defender of Scrubs in the neverending Grey’s/Scrubs debate, of course I feel like a bit of a tool. In order to really understand where I’m going with this, it’s probably best I explain. Grey’s always has really sad storylines. If you’re feeling curious there’s probably a bunch of spoilers readily available all over the internet. In any case, it’s actually kind of.. emotional. I’ve gotten unusually attached to most of the characters (taking a personal interest in fictional people? Yeah, loco, I know.) and it’s all because of the PMC.

The first time I watched it, I watched both available seasons at once. Unfortunately for me, I was enduring those few days every month where i’m particularly sensitive and emotionally charged.

Emotionally charged isn’t any real way to describe it. A perfect example of just how easy it is to make me bawl my baby blues out? I walked into the kitchen, poured a bowl of cereal and went to the fridge to find some milk. I didn’t have any milk. I cried for an hour.

Yeah, I know. Loco. Oh, and may I add? During those 4-5 days? I don’t mix well with alcohol. Infact, I turn into a blubbering pile of goo. It’s quite pathetic.

This story has a point! Thanks to all the PMC I’m now extra addicted to Grey’s (I got to know all the characters while I was emotionally available!) and have to wait until SEPTEMBER to get my fix. Until then I’ve got nil but repeats.

I’m doing my best to fill the void by listening to old music. It isn’t working