I admit it. I am totally intrigued by human drama. I get sucked into reality television like Jersey Shore, I will watch Kim Kardashian’s marriage disintegrate on the E channel, I read star magazine and delight that half of Hollywood is getting divorced. The disturbing part is that I have a thought out opinion about every situation I come across. I don’t even know these people but am fully committed to my convictions of how I dissect their lives and will talk to you about it for an unnerving amount of time if you let me.
I don’t think I am alone in feeling this way, but I am alone in thinking the missing link in human evolution is aliens.
People who put their lives on display for public review become an archetypal character that I relate to my own life. Every broadcasted figure can remind me of myself, or friend, or co-worker, or that cute couple I had that threesome with back in the 60’s. The dramatics that are played out in the media can serve as a guide to understanding the human spectacle around me.
I feel like I attract people who have really complex lives because I am enthralled with the magnitude of emotional impulses that goes along with the intricacy. Maybe that is because without the commotion of those that I love, my emotional state is too level? I never pick fights, I avoid conflict, I hardly get into a bad mood, I am a consistent friend, and I will only cry if someone is being mean to me.
Maybe that is why The Munch is a drama empress from another dimension of theatrics? She will surf through an array of feelings at any given moment while I do my best to paddle through the wake of her sentiments. I am beginning to think that all the time I thought I was wasting getting involved in pop culture was actually important research for how to best parent my little thespian.