And With That, I Have Become a Soap Crazy
Because we have grown so close over the past few years, I feel that I can admit something incredibly embarrassing to you and that there's a small chance that you won't judge me for it and a(-n even smaller) chance that you have experienced something similar: today, I shouted spiteful things at a fictional character. Such is the intensity of the dislike I harbor for Michael Corinthos and his limitless rage and his complete self-absorption and his blatant disrespect for his parents that led me to actually think today, "God, Michael, don't talk to you father like that!"
And I don't mean the common kind of shouting one does at a fictional character, if one were the type to take television too seriously. Like, if someone murmured, "You go, Sonny. You go"?
Sonny: This is not about trust. Can't you get it through your head that I don't want you in this life? I want a better life--
Michael: How I decide to live my life is up to me.
Sonny: Yeah, it's up to you. It is. And you know what's up to me? How I run my business. And I'm telling you, you're never going to be involved in it. End of story.
Or groaning-slash-laughing at this bit of utter melodrama?
Jason: I thought you liked your job at the warehouse.
Michael: You know what I also liked? Waking up to Abby every morning. Things change. I have no reason to stay safe.
No, all of those reactions are expected. What I did...well:
Jason: I know you wanted to go to New Zealand to scatter Abby's ashes--
Michael: DON'T SAY HER NAME!!!
I actually said, "Oh, yeah? ABBY ABBY ABBY ABBY ABBY! HA! TAKE THAT, YOU SELF-ABSORBED PIECE OF HUMAN GARBAGE!" To an empty room. Because an obnoxious soap opera character got on my nerves. I am filled with shame*.
*But I'm also kind of right, right? BECAUSE HE IS THE WORST TO EVER BE.