Drama Break

I've decided I'm taking a break from the show 'Felicity.' I've tried so hard....I've given it my all.

The one season I watched as nineteen year old just don't hold up. I thought, "Oh, J.J. Abrams, there's no way he can let me down." But each time I receive a Netflix envelope in the mail, I know it's from Felicity. She's saying, "Delve into my sad, little world. Nose dive straight into morbid insanity. Take a jog with me down Depressingville. I'll show you how much you never thought you wanted to drive blunt spoons into your eye sockets."

And it's true. I do. I sit there episode after episode, unable to press the stop button and end this madness. Ben's whispering, (always whispering!) something stupid, Felicity's touching her hand to her furrowed brow, wondering how she can be anything but herself...Someone got pregnant. Someone drank too much and fell into a coma. Someone didn't get into Med School. Someone's dad is dying of alcoholism and their son can't forgive him. Someone was a crack addict and shot someone at a party by mistake.

It. Just. Won't. Stop.

I'm on the last season. I'm so very close to the end but I just can't do it. I gave it my all, Felicity. If you could throw in a trip to Coney Island every now and then... A cheerful dance party? Anything?