contentI’ve been watching Melrose Place.
Like any other gateway drug, it altered my chemistry, making me more open to other intoxicants. When it was no longer satisfying, I went hunting a better “fix”. Picket Fences, Star Trek: Voyager, and Sex and the City are just a few of the “friends” that Melrose Place hooked me up with.
With this on my mind, I read Richard’s post about his favorite Whitney Houston songs. Topping his list was I Have Nothing. Suddenly, I was a sophomore again.
In high school, I was so highly strung that the only way I would get to sleep at night was to imagine myself as a character in a book or a TV show. I think you see where this is going. It wasn’t long before I moved into 4616 Melrose Place and fell in love with Matt. The soundtrack of our tryst? Saved the Best for Last by Vanessa Williams and I Have Nothing by Miss Whitney, herself.
Sometimes, I try my old fantasy trick, but it never works anymore. Maybe I’ve forgotten how to truly let go and slip into unreality; maybe it’s that my life is so much better now that I’m no longer as ready to run away from it. I may no longer need to be a Melrose Resident or a Valdemaran Herald, but I still miss it sometimes.
