dark & twisty

you know what i like about "private practice"? it's not as intense as grey's anatomy. the characters are generally older. no irritating voiceovers. lots of addison, and not TOO much, which i was worried about. there CAN be too much of a good thing. that said, i don't think i'll care if it's cancelled. but for now i am enjoying it. yeah, i really just wrote a paragraph about that.

[random side note: my boyfriend and i were looking through a local paper last week and he flipped through the classifieds. we happened upon the specific part that was the equivalent of craigslist's "missed connections." it said something like, "hey doris, rose died. i'm single again..."]

i've been thinking a lot about a comment that someone left me here on the blog in response to my post about people not being able to accept love. she actually referenced grey's anatomy. the basic sentiment was that most people who aren't able to accept love don't feel that they deserve it, and they tend to close themselves off because they're certain that the more the other person gets to know them, the more they'll realize how fucked up they are and then they'll leave. i think that most people feel that way to an extent. obviously some more than others. but when it comes down to it, if they're worth it, they'll listen. and if it's meant to be, they'll accept it and hopefully even understand. and then they'll stay.

that's not to say that i don't understand people holding back to a certain degree in the beginning of a relationship. this is a concept that i've only recently come to embrace. i don't think it's a necessity, but for some people it's just natural, and for others, it's...safe. personally i'm pretty much an open book, but think about it: the best books you read slowly, savoring every page. you read them bit by bit because you don't want them to be over. of course, books do eventually come to an end, and so do people's lives, for that matter, but this isn't really a good analogy because people generally live longer than it takes for the average person to read a fucking book. but you get where i'm going with this i think. with a person, there is always something more to learn. and my favorite books? i read them over and over...and over again. hopefully that made some kind of sense to somebody.

speaking of books, i need some new ones. and now i'm thinking about christmas which means i can't write anymore right now. visions of reindeer and candy canes are dancing in my head. (i love christmas. like, in a rabid way.)