My Life in Media aka I have been Watching WAY too much "Scrubs"

Just to make sure we have this out in the open: my brain works in weird ways. And thus I think oddly. I know this may be a shocker to some of you, but it really shouldn't.

That fact settled I can now tell you the following and you might be less surprised/weirded out: I view my life as a romantic comedy. Or as a movie in general. But mostly a romantic comedy. Not the good juicy part in the middle, where you're gripping your pillow tightly and dropping popcorn onto your lap as your eyes are glued to the screen because you just can't look away due to either a) a boatload of sexual tension or b) a moment where the heroine appears to be making a huge mistake and you can't help but wonder (even though you totally know how the movie is going to end because, lets be real, its a romantic comedy and they ALL end in a similar fashion) "Will she? Won't she? Please end up together!" No, so far my life is a like the beginning of a romantic comedy; the part where the heroine has just been established as the protagonist to root for. There is no romantic hero yet, or if there is, the heroine doesn't quite yet know it. Either he's just a friend or perhaps she hates his guts (or so she thinks, but really that hate is just a poorly recognized desire! The heart fighting the mind, etc.). In this particular romantic comedy (i.e. mine) the beginning has been going on for... wait when did I hit puberty? Oh yeah, almost 9 years (only 2 more months till I'm 21!). No romantic hero in sight.

Obviously this is not the healthiest way to view my life. While it is sometimes entertaining to play out scenes in my mind as they should occur("Why hasn't he called?" Cut to hero staring at the phone, turmoil in his eyes, because he is unsure if his love will be accepted. Timidly he picks up the receiver, dials and says "Hi, I was wondering... Would you like to ugh.... *insert boring activity to cover up the fact that he actually wants to ask her on a date here* tonight?") , rather than how they actually occur ("Why hasn't he called?" "Probably because he doesn't actually like you and the fact that he tried to kiss you at that party only means that he wanted to get some." "That's completely illogical. Men suck." "Welcome to Earth!"), it's also probably psychologically unhealthy. It gives one false expectations/hopes and that's never fun. But I  like to think that when my hero does show up, his arrival is going to be twice as awesome because of my view on life as a RomCom! And our happily ever after moment is going to be so much cooler than everyone elses.

But lately, I've started comparing my life to other things. Specifically the TV show "Scrubs." I know! Just as strange and awkward. But really I do think its a better comparison and probably a healthier way to view my life as it is, in a way, more realistic. For example, the characters go through multiple relationships; we see what happens after the couples get together. They also don't stop growing after 90 minutes and suddenly come to a realization about life that happens a little to quickly - it can take them years! By which I mean whole seasons - like when JD kept going after Elliot! It took him 3 seasons (i.e. years!) to figure out that he wasn't in love with her!

Plus also, romantic comedies don't include characters inner monologues like "Scrubs" does. Seriously I can totally relate to JD! I muse on, like, everything. Except I don't think I get an awkward looking into the distance look on my face like he does *insert look here*. Do I?

Although granted this new analysis of my life may be slightly... colored(?) by the fact that I have been marathoning "Scrubs" since spring break. Usually watching at least one episode a day.

Sometimes it really sucks to be single...

... I know being single is for the most part good - you're not tied down, not worrying about anyone else, you're living your life! And like I said all that is great.

What sucks about being single though is that there is no one around to satisfy any sorts of... carnal urges. I suppose there is always the random hookup/one night stand, but as someone who recently decided to try to give those up in order to avoid a reputation for sluttiness, I think it best to refrain.

So the question remains - what to do? What to do? Suffer for the most part. I suppose I could go out and find some poor fool  that I don't actually like to date for a while but then I just have this darn conscience telling me that that would be wrong. And so the sufferings of the single girl will continue until... God knows when.

I Hope the World isn't Coming to an End

And I do not mean that in a figurative sense. Between the natural and political disasters that are going on lately, it almost makes me start thinking seriously about that Myan prediction of December 2012 apocolypse. Before the start of this year my usual reaction when hearing that story is "Don't you think that maybe when the Myans were drawing up that calender, they got 4,000 years ahead and thought 'This is pretty far in advance guys. Let's take a break and come back to it in a few thousand years.' But before thye got around to starting up again Spanish Conquistadors showed up, killed them off, and took thier stuff.

But as I said, lately the bit of my mind that worries and prepares for the worst is looking at the political unrest in like every other Middle-Eastern country, the disaster that has been Japan for the past month (not to mention that natural disasters in Haiti and various other third world countries that were just following non-stop on each other's footsteps for the past few years), and the weird stuff about dead fish washing up on beaches everywhere and is saying "Hm... maybe there's something to this." Which is absolutley terrifying.

And also I really don't want to die before I lose my virginity and at the rate things are going, if the world really does end in 2012 I so am.