WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?! This show has become an obsession of mine and a daily routine at the end of a long day. I become emotionally attached to the characters as if I really know them, and do you know what happens? Do you know what happens EVERY SINGLE TIME? Someone either leaves Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital, or they die in the most horrible way possible. Each time a new character is brought in and they are abruptly taken from me. My heart has been crushed and stomped on repeatedly. Like, this is the reason why we can't have nice things.
First of all, what Izzie Stevens and Denny Duquette had was beautiful. The death of Denny was followed by lots of ugly crying on my part. Mind you, I was watching this on my laptop during a break between classes. In the library. I was given sympathetic looks as if something horrible had just happened. Because it had.
Oh, George O'Malley. A man with a heart of gold. The fact that he saved a woman's life by sacrificing his own is enough to make a person lie in bed all day because they watched the episode while eating breakfast and became so emotionally distraught that they needed time to gather themselves. It happens, okay?
Lexie Grey and Mark Sloan ruined me. RUINED ME. They were, like, seriously meant to be. I was rooting for them. Each time they broke up, I patiently waited for them to go back to each other. When the unthinkable happened and they both died after a plane crash, my poor little heart couldn't take it. I probably complained about this episode for an entire weekend, on the rare occasion that I left my room. Because even after all of this, I'm still watching this show, since I enjoy having my soul crushed. Or something.
With the emotional roller coaster I've chosen to put myself through, at least I still have my spirit animal to keep me somewhat sane. Seriously, thank God for Cristina Yang. BUT WAIT! She get offered some super fancy job as the head of cardiothoracic surgery in Switzerland, leaving me to question many of my own life choices. How could she do this to me? Does she have any idea what I've been through? I literally can't even.
I'm not even gonna talk about Derek Shepherd. I'm not ready. McDreamy and Meredith 4ever.
As much as it tears me apart at the end of each season, as much as I say that I'm going to stop watching, and as many weekends that I've dedicated to binge watching episode after episode, I don't think I'll ever be able to give it up. I mean, there has to be a reason I keep going back to it, right?
