Of commitments, series and bad endings (and the randomness of it all)

Is it just me, or is Santana’s version of Rumor Has It really better than Adele’s? Santana just earned a place in my heart for that brilliant performance. That, in itself, is quite surprising since my heart has recently closed for construction.

Moving on (before I start bawling my eyes out over heart-talks), coming home early yesterday allowed me two episodes of Glee. I haven’t watched a single episode since I left ThinkIdeas. Back in my old work, we used to watch it like clockwork. Needless to say, I never missed an episode then. But on my own, watching a series is hard work. I’m a commitment phobe that way. I seemed to have watched all sorts of series – Heroes, Desperate Housewives, Friends, Grey’s Anatomy, One Tree Hill, Big Bang Theory, etc – and never finished a single one. Except How I Met which I continue to watch to this season, and which I intend to see through (if I be blessed with enough patience). But I don’t watch it regularly or weekly – as one is supposed to. I wait ‘til episodes pile up, and then marathon them on weekends. More fun that way.

My system is not built for series. I wonder if this says something about me as a person. Commitment phobe, as I mentioned. Or, perhaps I really have no time to wait for endings that do not live up to my expectations. They build you up then disappoint you, these goddamned series. I swear if How I Met Your Mother ends up with a mother I don’t like, I’ll explode like a pie left too long in the oven. Bad simile. Sue me.  

Oh well. I say too much, and they don’t really mean anything, yes? I am such a sucky blogger. Bye.