It’s 1:30 in the afternoon. I’m stuck watching network television so I can keep on top of any tornado warnings or watches we may have today as some nasty storms roll through. “Days of Our Lives†is on NBC. I haven’t seen that show in 15 years. Considering it has been so long, how is it I seem to know exactly what is going on in the program? The same couples are still going through the dramas of whether or not their love will last. The villains are up to their usual conniving ways. With the exception of one actress with a bad dye job and another who clearly has some extra collagen in her lips, most look pretty much the same as they did all of those years ago.
Seeing these characters take on the same old things makes me really hope my life does not turn out like a soap opera. I can’t imagine reliving the same challenges for 15 years and never once learning how to prevent them. Perhaps it’s all of that weird music playing in the background that distracts them from logical thinking. It also seems sad to me that an outsider could pop in after all that time and find not much has changed. How boring and redundant.
Don’t get me wrong. If I get some rare disease with no known cure, it would be great if my husband’s kiss could bring me back from the brink of death. Or, if I’m unlucky enough to fall out of a plane, it would be wonderful to survive unscathed, only to be rescued by Smokey Robinson. Yep, Smokey is more than welcome to comfort me with cocoa while singing a tune or two. Aside from that, I’m aiming for a life where I learn from my obstacles, have new experiences to decorate each year and refrain from sleeping with my sister’s ex-boyfriend who is unknowingly my half brother.
