Well, I know what I’ve done… sort of. I somehow got myself addicted to Grey’s Anatomy in the middle of finals week. This is dumb, very dumb. I didn’t even mean for this to happen. I just wanted something to watch while letting my brain rest over lunch a few days ago. I’d heard good things about the show, so I watched the pilot episode while enjoying my sandwich.
Now, I. Can’t. Stop. Watching.
Literally, if I’m not watching, I want to be. When I am watching, I’m anticipating all the plot developments that are to come in the next 6 seasons. I should be studying. I should be writing papers. I should be narrowing down my list of PhD application schools. Instead, I am steadily devouring episode after episode.
What have I done??? I’ve killed my academic motivation! I need it back!
One reason I think I so easily became addicted to this show is the absolutely compelling writing. I find myself pulling out my phone all the time to record many of Meredith‘s inner musings. They speak to a lot of the issues I’ve been dealing with in my own life. They make me feel a little more normal, I suppose. Really, they make me want to be a surgical intern at Seattle Grace Hospital – minus all the blood and guts.
Maybe in the long run, it will be good that I watched this show. Maybe I’ll be able to figure some things for myself once and for all. Maybe by hearing Meredith struggle, I’ll be able to make more sense of my own struggles. Hopefully, I will get some insight, some perspective, some advice.
Or, maybe, I’ll just move to Seattle and fall in love with Dr. George O’Malley. Yeah, I like that last option. I’ll go with that one.