Sci fi fan(atic), a.k.a. Obsessed

Blame it on my son. When I was a teenager, I got addicted to a soap opera and swore that I’d never again watch a show with a continuing story line . But my son has this bad habit of watching some pretty interesting TV shows. Not only did I get hooked, I became so obsessed with one particular show that he finally forced me to go cold-turkey by insisting that I stop watch the reruns. Then he ruined the whole thing by getting me hooked on two other shows. Sigh.

So I spent a couple of hours writing what I hoped was a very well-thought-out three-part series of posts on the relationship between the male and female leads on one of these shows. I went a bit out on a limb in my analysis, posted my “masterpiece” this past Friday afternoon (as if I had nothing more important to do right before the Shabbat leading directly into Pesach—now you know I’m nuts), and spent three days holding my breath to see whether I was going to collect kudos for my insightfulness or get “shot down” for being a looney bird. Imagine my shock when I got back on the Internet last night after maariv, hightailed it over to my favorite science fiction message board—and found that no one had posted a single response to my tome, despite the fact that three whole days (including a weekend) had passed since I posted it. I can’t remember ever having felt so humiliated on the Internet.

My husband, bless him, being more rational than I, said I should give it more time. Sure enough, I checked out my favorite message board today, and found two very thoughtful replies.

I feel much better now, thank you.