Today I found out how obsessed I really am with Sex and the City.
In class we had to tell of our "guilty pleasures" and I of course went straight for what I enjoy to do every day. Watch my four girls battle through the problems that I've already seen them tackle a million times. I didn't just tell the class that I like it. I told the class that I own the complete series, I watch the reruns on TBS, I own the movie, I own the books, I have posters on all of my walls, I have a shirt that says "I'm a Carrie", and my dog's name is Carrie. My professor looked at me and said, "I guess you really are obsessed."
If you would have seen the look she gave me you would understand how I felt.
I wondered if my obsession had become more than just an enjoyable time away from reality. Had I become one of the people that live more in the television than in their real life.
I suppose I have.
I can tell you the last time that I used a SATC reference to explain something happening in my life, but I can't tell you the last time I used a historical reference to explain...anything.
I also made a friend today which made me happy. A random, talkative girl names Lauren bumped into me. And now we're going to eat lunch. Exciting stuff.
Going to lunch...so I'll blog more later.
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