This past summer I binge-watched all 12 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy in a matter of one month, while still working a full-time job. All I can say is, it’s a horrible show that no one should ever watch. It will emotionally scar you in ways that you will not entirely understand. You will find yourself sitting in front of your laptop crying your eyes out over fictional doctors that you don’t even know very well, and don’t you dare allow yourself to get attached to one of them. Shonda knows how to break your heart. As I write this, I am currently rewatching all 12 seasons with my roommate.
One of the reasons I became so disgustingly obsessed with this show is the constant theme of “people.” Christina is Meredith’s person. George is Izzie’s person. They are all each other’s people. People are important, especially in the stage of life that I’m currently in. In college, it’s important, no, essential to life that you find your people. You are not in Kansas anymore, Toto. This is your new home.
Who are your people?
Your people are not always the ones whom you’ve known for the past 7 years. In college, I’ve learned that they don’t have to be people that are in your graduating class, or even in your major.
Your people aren’t always the ones that you’d expect to be there, nor are they the ones who you spend the most time with.
You realize that you’ve found your people when you have something really important to talk about, or maybe you just want to vent, and you think to the first person you want to tell: that’s one of your people.
You realize that you’ve found your people when you don’t want to talk about something, so you just sit in silence next to this guy from your 8 am or this girl you met at a party once, and you don’t have to use your words. You don’t have to talk about it. You know he or she already understands. When you get that feeling, you know: that is your person.
You realize that you’ve found your people when it’s Friday night and you have absolutely no plans, so you post it in the GroupMe, or you invite over two or three people. One hour later you find yourself having a blast, just being stupid and listening to music and talking about nothing really important, with this group of people that you always have a good time with.
It’s strange because I don’t even remember how most of my people became my people. It’s like you wake up one morning, and you don’t even realize how those people became so important to you. But now they are. They are your non-biological family. Those are your people.
