Snicker Yum-Yum

I graded at Borders today. Man, I love that place. Again, I was seated close to a group of older men who heckled each other and talked for two hours about politics, money, and how much money their wives spend. They seemed like old friends, but I was saddened by them. They were consumed with the economy and with their stocks and gold investments. They had print-outs as to how much money each had gained in the past week. I get worried about money, but I can't imagine that being what I care about the most. It sounds a bit snotty to say it, but I felt sorry for them. Then, I started thinking about all the stuff I worry about that is seemingly pointless as well. The whole time I was there I felt a little depressed, to be honest.

Then Alie brought me my very own serving of Snicker Yum-Yum (self-named), and things got a little better.

About Jim and Pam. (Yes, I am about to write about fictional characters as if they are real, but is that so different than spending time talking about music? It is all about connecting, right?)

Considering all that I believe about fictional romances and how superficial love is made to be on television and the movies, I should get upset at Jim and Pam. The show is, in essence, a comedy of errors, and there is virtually nothing comedic that their storyline gives to the show. They are the perfectly sculpted couple in the midst of a cast of eccentric and ho-hum normies. The writers made a choice, and that choice was that the show would continue to be funny, but the drama around Jim and Pam was not going to give us laughs anymore, nor would we be allowed to pine for the eventual "someday" that we hoped to have. That day has come. They are too perfect. Namely, he is too perfect. He is shockingly sweet and adorably goofy. At every turn, he does something that is quirky and romantic, and for goodness sakes, they ended up together even after she was engaged to be married to another guy. He even went so far as to say "he loved her from the first day he met her." (Gag...right, Alie?)

I should be bothered.
But, I am not.

I should understand that the real world does not offer so perfect a situation, so perfect a guy, so perfect a chemistry. I should be annoyed that my heart has been manipulated for five seasons.

I am not so naive to think that I will find a Jim someday, but is it so wrong to hope? I guess I want to believe that I am worth it. I don't want someone who wouldn't cut his own tie to make me feel better about my ripped veil. I want someone to see me like Jim sees Pam. I want to marry my best friend.

I am not out of touch with reality. I don't actually see this happening (don't actually NEED for this to happen), but I won't settle for anything less.

And that's why it is okay for me to love them.