sitcom life

I watch a lot of sitcoms. It's one of the manifold distractions I use to get through my days. I work out, chaffing my most private of areas in spin classes, falling out from my headstands in yoga, completely disrupting the chi of the room. I shop (but rarely buy), I Facebook (and really need to cut back), and I work. I love my work, I only wish there was more of it. I feel important, that I do, in some tiny way, make a difference. I completely styled a girl for her first Homecoming. From earrings to dress to shoes to how her hair should look. After all that, I want pictures!

Anyway, I digress. I wish my life were like "How I Met Your Mother" or "The Old Adventures of New Christine" or "Happy Endings" (new obsession). I'm fascinated by the fights of these shows. When Graham and I fight, it's ugly and inarticulate and, quite frankly, it usually involves one of us (usually me) bawling. On sitcoms. it's entertaining and quippy. They fight with smart punches, they fight standing up, looking at each other dead-on in the face. When Graham and I argue, I recall looking away, cravenly, staring out the passenger seat window. Or it's in a dark bedroom, at the end of the night, and we can't see one another's hurt faces. Is he crying...?

Why can't my life be a sitcom? It's so crisp and clean. Of course, I'm aware of the impossibility, that life isn't performed in front of a live studio audience. There's no laugh-track. And, most apparent, life's not scripted. But I still SO want to believe that I can live a sitcom life. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough on the TV show, memorize every detail, the dialogue and situation will eventually sink-in to my own very real, TOO real, life.