Television and I have a certain special friendship.

It’s hard to explain, but I’m going to try anyway.

I’m the type of person that watches a show and gets quite literally involved in the character’s lives; as far as reality lets me anyways. And, the characters aren’t real, neither is the plot a true story. But honestly, I get hooked. 

When somebody in the show cries, I cry. When they laugh, I laugh. 

I never really understood why a simple imaginary story could leave such an impact on me. 

But, I think I get the hang of it now. 

I don’t like change. There, I said it. 

Don’t get me wrong. I think that change does bring good things, but that doesn’t mean it and I are best buds. 

I tolerate change.

 I’m not opposed to change because of the fact that I have to embrace something unknown but moreover that I have to give up something good for something new. And new isn’t always positive.

 It’s confusing… Change.

 I might need it, but never do I want it.

That’s why change has such a hold on me. Just the way fictional fables do.

Every single show, every single episode, every single minute that I invest, has a purpose. It has a meaning. I know that everything will always end perfectly. 

Their ending doesn’t change. No matter what they go through. Every single up and down only leads them one step closer to the beautiful epilogue they have waiting for them.

Sure, the people will fight. Some will get sick. Some will feel pain. But, I don’t need to worry. Because no matter what happens, there’s always a happily ever after. 

And maybe that’s why I care so much. Maybe that’s what I’m looking for.

My happily ever after.