Why do I let TV bother me?

This is a question that keeps me up at night…in the figurative sense, "Why do I let TV bother me?". I watch programs and then I wonder, “Why do I let them stress me out or depress me?” Most of programs are scripted TV, so it’s totally imagined fake people acting out scenarios, or it’s Oprah or a silly reality program, that probably should be taken with a grain of salt before I let it impact my psyche.

Last night is a perfect example: Grey’s Anatomy. WTF people, this season had better get back on track after the WGA Strike, because I am not as attached to the show so far this season as I was in Season 1-3. I still love the idea and my fond memories of Grey’s past keep me tuning in, but this season has felt more like it was toying with my emotions (and Yes, I realize TV is an inanimate object/presence that cannot be targeting specifically me, I’m not completely crazy). It’s a sign of good TV when people get absorbed and believe these actors, but if a show messes with me too much I have to stop watching. ER was a casualty of this phenomenon. Too much useless blood and drama (bed hopping) made it impossible for me to watch with any devotion. Any characters I liked died or left so the show fell off my radar.

Last night’s Grey’s was a blood and depression fest. I spent most of the episode hoping to NOT see blood and ick mixed with the emotional angst. Overall, I was pleased that some of the story lines I was most pissy about had some resolution (George and Izzie anyone?) but overall I am still nervous that after loosing Addison and some of the other characters loosing focus this show could drive me away (or start seriously sucking)…and I don’t want that. For as much as TV shouldn’t control me, I still love this show and can forgive it messing with my head a little…so long as happiness or positive story lines occur at least once in a while. My fingers are crossed for the rest of the season!