Bittersweet

I can't believe what I am about to tell you...

For two reasons:
1. I'm a little embarrassed to admit it
2. I didn't think it would happen this quickly

I am giving up my soap opera. There, I said it.

Yep, I decided it's time to give up The Young and the Restless. I have watched this show for several years now, when my friends Beth and Smack got me hooked in college.

I was very loyal to Y&R in the beginning, when I had massive amounts of time to nap, watch TV, be a college student. You know how it is. Constantly watching episodes of Friends and Sex and the City on DVD, going out on a Tuesday night, living the life. I seemingly had a lot of time in college to fill my life with meaningless crap.  But great experiences I might add:)

Well, we had a brief separation when I first moved to Kansas City, but we reunited about a year ago. I have been extremely loyal since; DVRing the damn show every day and taking about 45 min. of my time to watch each and every episode.

It's a huge time commitment considering the many other shows it competes with in my DVR list.

Sometimes, I would have so many racked up in our DVR list, that it would take the majority of my weekend days to catch up.

So, as I pondered this pointless show and how much time I spend watching it, I decided it was definitely time to call it quits. I thought to myself, am I really supposed to watch this show for the rest of my life? It's been around since the early 70s.

My husband is especially excited. He would comment EVERY time I watched how stupid the show was and how horrible the actors were on it.

Bye bye Y&R. I might miss you, but I will enjoy my five extra hours per week. However, I will always wonder if Sharon and Nick ended up together? Did that crazy psycho Patti finally get her shit together? Did Lily survive cancer?

I will most likely think about this several times a week. Because that is how crazy I am. I will see something that reminds me of Y&R, and I will ponder what happened to these dramatic, pointless, unrealistic characters' lives.

It's sort of a problem for me. I always do this. I wish my mind didn't think this way, but I don't decide what pops into it.

For example, every time I am in a park setting now with lots of bug noises around me, I think of Larry Schnackenberg. The man who recently went missing here in KC. He was found in a park where he was hiding out for 3 weeks. I continually ponder to myself what he was thinking and doing out there for all that time. Or, when I see a car wreck, I remember the time that me and Brian and friends were driving back from Colorado in a severe ice storm, when we passed a car flipped over in oncoming traffic. I always wonder what happened to that family in the car and if they are ok today.

So here's to Y&R...may I always be bitter about not knowing the ending, but know it's a sweet trade for the extra time.