now that it's been a few hours, i can talk about it.
last night was the monk series finale. i've seen every episode of this show. i loved it. i know it was a silly show, but i couldn't help myself. the first two seasons (on dvd) got me through many many hours of nursing parker. . . late at night . . . many many hours . . . during the day . . . many many hours . . . late at night. . . so i think i gained some weird attachment to that quirky detective because of it.
bonding with parker=bonding with monk.
so it was no surprise to me that i completely bawled (honestly, sobbing) during the final episode last night. i had been dreading yesterday for weeks now (no lie) and it was with great reluctance that i pressed play last night. i didn't even want to start watching it, knowing it would be the last time. sigh. i knew i would be a mess. . . and what a mess i was. (i hadn't cried like that since i saw "dan in real life" for the first time in the theater. for reals, i cried so much i almost swam out of the theater. i really can't be explained.) and the whole time i was crying, i was thinking to myself, "these people aren't even real! it's just a t.v. show! what is wrong with me?!" but come on, he finally solved the mystery of his wife's murder . . .
oh, and thank goodness josh was gone last night. it would have been a repeat of the "gilmore girls finale incident of 2007". he walked in during the last scene and i immediately pressed pause. i couldn't have him ruining the final moments i had with people i'd spent seven years building a relationship with! he didn't even know them! he could see i was having a hard time and said, "do you need me to leave?" i pathetically replied that "yes" i could use a moment.
but on the subject of crying, i used to never cry. ask anyone. nothing could make my ice-cold heart melt. then i had kids. now i cry at anything. oprah, ellen, pillsbury commercials, glancing over at parker in primary, thinking about life before dvr. i'm an old softy now.
it's been a little embarrassing admitting all of this, but i feel much better now.
thank you.
now i've got to go and ponder about life without monk . . .
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I'm in the same club now too. Crap. Used to never cry. Not so much anymore. I realized I was in trouble when I was pregnant with Elizabeth and I cried when Brad finished running the St. George Marathon. Really?
For the first year of marriage, Mom used to cry at the sun coming up or going down, or me coming home or going, or... you get the picture. And of course, you are pregnant, so we could say that is the cause, but...
Funny how lifes viccisitudes (big word) change our hearts. I am in the Josh category. I never related to Monk at all, so there. I said it. Don't tell Mom.
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I spelled vicissitudes wrong. Oh well. It's my birthday.
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Just in case, I looked up the definition of the word and it is given below. You would think I have nothing better to do on my birthday wouldn't you. Love Dad
1. a change or variation occurring in the course of something.
2. interchange or alternation, as of states or things.
3. vicissitudes, successive, alternating, or changing phases or conditions, as of life or fortune; ups and downs: They remained friends through the vicissitudes of 40 years.
4. regular change or succession of one state or thing to another.
5. change; mutation; mutability.
Yeah, we used to have the hard hearted bit in common. What happened? Monk? Seriously? I think we can still be friends, but... I mean... Pillsbury commercials?
At least we still have that limited jacket in common....
Okay...this post just made me happy because I get teary eyed and have to seriously fight myself not to cry at the weirdest thing. When we went to see Wicked, I had to fight back tears like 10 times especially when they bowed. I NEVER cried at anything before I had kids. Not even a sad movie.
Once a few months ago, I even cried during an episode of Grey's Anatomy. So strange.
I would like to agree with you on all three shows mentioned. I'm not really a crier either, but I do cry when it comes to endings of such wonderful things! I'm still sad about Gilmore girls being over, such whit!! It's a shame it didn't last longer. Now the passing of Monk. . . I've only seen the first half thus far, but I know I'll tear up in the end.
I'm just glad I'm not alone.
Ha i love it. I am glad you can admit it to,isn't that what bloggin buddies are for, to share secrets with.
robin... ummm you're extremely helpful. i'm going to try on joe's jeans this weekend, i already found a store that sells them in SLC. no one tells you these things! so thank you!
i may not go as far back with monk as you do, but i definitely shed some tears over the finale, but then again, i have ALWAYS been a crier. this time of year is the worst too. everybody touting peace on earth, good will toward men...a sucker like me can't look anywhere without her heartstrings being pulled.
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