Blogger is revealed as sentimental sap

I spent nearly an entire day recently watching season 5 of Glee.  Please don’t mock me.  I haven’t watched it in years, and I can’t say I really enjoyed the day I spent watching it.  I did a lot of yelling at the TV (that was the fun part), but other than that, I really don’t know why I started it up again.  Season 5 is the season that started after Cory Monteith (the actor who played Finn Hudson) died, and episode three is the one where they addressed his death.

I cried, bawled like a baby, for nearly that entire episode.  I can’t tell if the writers and actors actually handled it well (the actors who played his parents did, I think) or if I just felt like crying (I can’t be objective about it at all), but I was a mess.  I think part of it, maybe a lot of it, is that the actor, not just the character died, and all those other actors were probably actually mourning him, making it more genuine.

On the bright side, the long day of watching Glee seems to have rid me of the desire to watch any more of it.  I’ve got that going for me.