Yo soy sensitivo

I'm not sure what happened to me that I have become 1) a big sap and 2) incapable of dealing with badness/sadness in media (and life). I can't watch shows like Law&Order anymore because they are just too gruesome and sad. I don't like scary movies. War movies- forget about it. News articles upset me like no other. I don't read sad books anymore. (Oh, Jodie Picoult, you piss me off so much, and 'Oprah's Book Club' books are pretty much all off my list.) Really, I am looking for happily ever after. I want all my endings tied up with a pretty little bow. Lord Voldermort is pretty much the extent of the evil I can handle...

Maybe it's having kids. Maybe it's growing older. Or maybe it's just that life itself can be rough enough that I don't need to see or read about sad/scary/gruesome/warring or ugly things.

As a result, I'm a dork. I watch the Biggest Loser (and cry), Project Runway (and harshly judge their fashion tastes while sitting in sweat pants) and House Hunters International (and dream of exotic destinations). I was oddly fixated by Ink Masters (a tattooing competition), which as a non-tatted chick is probably pretty bizarre. I gave Grey's Anatomy the ax as a result of all the damn catastrophes, sad stories, and doctors dying. Downton Abbey, which I love, is also on strike 2. (If one more person dies, I'm out.) My newest find, 'Lark Rise to Candleford' (on Netflix) is essentially the British 'Little House on the Prairie' and I am loving every quaint little minute.

So, I ignore the news as best I can. I wrap myself in blankets and read sweet books and watch happy old TV sitcoms (Family Ties, Facts of Life), and I strive to be a happy, good person. In the end, it's really all I can do.

Am I becoming a Duggar?