Opaque Lucidity

A Terrible Truth

I have to confess something, a habit that has been growing larger and larger in my life over the past few months. Some of you will understand what I'm going through, and some of you will scoff. All I ask for is your empathy and compassion.

It all started innocently enough. I would come home from work about an hour later than Kelli and she would be doing it in the living room. I was repulsed at first. I told her that I was above that kind of thing and I thought she was, too. As it turns out, she had been doing it for a long time; I just hadn't been paying attention.

And then the day came when I stayed in the living room a little too long. Next thing I knew, I was locked into it as if I had been addicted my entire life. I now know what a crack addict feels like after his first rock.

You see, I watch 'General Hospital' with my wife. We record it on the DVR and watch it when we get home. It has become a ritual, a sort of daily smoke-out where the residents of Port Charles drown out my day with their monumental problems. Will Elizabeth tell Lucky that Jason is actually the father of the baby she's carrying? Will Sonny make Carli love him again? Will LuLu find a way to prove her mom's innocence? Will Maxi move on, or will she continue to cause mischief?

The acting is terrible, the sets are obviously phony and the plots border on inane. But there is something about the way the sub-stories are told that makes you want to come back the next day. I completely understand how people get so wrapped up in these shows. I was once a non-believer, but I have seen the light.

Laugh if you must, but know this: there but for the grace of God go you.

And, for the record, Jason needs to dump that bimbo Sam and get with Elizabeth so they can raise their baby together.