This is totally random and brief, but I just spent my lunch hour watching and crying like a sleepy baby over last night’s Grey’s Anatomy. Bawling. My. Eyes. Out. (Before I go on… quick note to some word-use-challenged friends: notice my use of the word “bawl” as opposed to its incorrect homonym “ball” which, when used in the sentences above, makes them mean something entirely different. Just trying to be helpful.)
Aside from the potential influence of PMS, I had to wonder why this episode – dramatic as it was – had me so wrung out. Then it hit me! Okay, so you guys know the character Callie, around whom last night’s episode was centered? She totally reminds me of a very good friend of mine, and I think my strange little brain was tormented by the idea of her being on death’s door. (Everyone: “Awww!”)
I’ve adored Callie since the moment she joined Grey’s, and it’s been mildly bugging me why I’m so attached to her character, cheering her on and hoping she never ever ever ever leaves the show. Ever. But thanks to my noontime sob-fest, I think I’ve figured it out. And said friend may sort out she’s my Callie buddy if she thinks through her similarities to the character.
Crazy, huh? I mean, really insane and way over-thinky? Well, either way, at least I know for certain that if a particular friend of mine ever ends up with her life hanging in the balance after a horrible car crash, she’ll have one buddy crying like a freak about it… and possibly singing ballads while wandering around the hospital?
Have you ever had some wacky realization about yourself akin to this? Please share. Help me not feel lonely in my lunacy.