Who gave McDreamy the choice?

My favourite scene from Grey’s Anatomy is undoubtedly the scene with Meredith and McDreamy (obviously). Where Meredith is pretty much begging McDreamy to choose her. The line, “Pick me, chose me, love me” had my eyes welling up. Not inventive in dialogue but the emotion behind it is incredible. To the non-Grey’s watchers bear with me; its an emotional scene and if you are a closet romantic, such as myself, even you would want to grab some ice-cream and sob a little.

So Meredith asks McDreamy to choose her, and if you are aware of the dramatic unfolding of this scene, you’ll know that McDreamy doesn’t. It ain’t pretty, but it makes for great TV. I was team Grey all the way I’ll have you know and was just as crushed as anyone when he made the decision to, well not choose her, pick her or love her. So here is my huge issue with the situation and I’m finding this happen to me more and more in sweet, innocent little Grahamstown. Why, oh why oh why did we give “McDreamy” the choice?

                                    

Rhodes has about 7000 students give or take a few. Of those 7000 more than half are female. Of the less than half which are male, a huge number of them are gay, and of the non-gay percentage a seriously large number are taken. So we are left with a very small percentage of straight single men, and unfortunately most of them, if not all, strive to achieve the position of village idiot.

Now where does that leave me? With not much choice… It’s great for the percentage of straight single men because they are out numbered by the straight single females. And here we reach the problem. Spoilt for choice the Grahamstown man becomes a cross between Hugh Hefner and a fat lap dog, they think they’re irresistible, and they won’t get off your lap.

I’ve found myself in the position of “pick me, choose me, love me” on more than one occasion and I will admit, I have become tired of the over emotional antics. If Grahamstown men/boys – “boymen” are going to have this level of power over women in Grahamstown then I’d like to bow out now. Hand in my girl badge and remove myself from the playing field; because you can only have so many conversations with yourself saying, “He chose the wrong girl” or “Karma will get him”. Karma might get him, but she’s older and slower and it might take a while till you see the effects and feel better about yourself.

                    

So even though, 7 seasons later McDreamy and Meredith end up together, he chose wrong.  Somewhere mid season 5 I think he realized. But that doesn’t change the fact that Meredith’s heart was broken. And if I were her I probably wouldn’t have given him a second/third/fourth chance. If you’re going to make the choice, get it right the first time.

 I don’t have 8 seasons of drama to wait for McDreamy.  And I really don’t have the time, to beg him to, “pick me, choose me, love me”. So instead, I’m going to take the choice away completely. Don’t pick me, don’t choose me, and especially don’t love me. 

What happens when you've made, "The Great Escape"?

It’s like a cloud that looms overhead, sort of like in a cartoon. It only rains on you. You move to the left. It moves to the left. You try run away. Bam! It follows you all the way out of focus. What on earth could I be talking about? Possible STDs I suppose? No, not quite. What I have in mind, is a little darker, a little less easy to cure, it occurs at the end of every year... none other than the looming exam results.

I believe they fall in the bracket of causes for depression, because as far as I can tell not one single fellow “Rhodent” can truly say they are in a blissful state of mind. Even though we’ve all ventured into our respective 2 month vacations; the truth is, we’re all a little nervous. This exam result indaba has really got me stressing. Even though we made a break for freedom come year end, we are all magically suppressed by this cloud.

Try explaining this to the parents, all you receive is a comment such as, “Well if you think you won’t pass, you obviously didn’t study hard enough” very disconcerting to someone with a fragile state of mind. So I made a sort of pact with myself, and so far it seems to be working quite well. Results? What results? Catch my drift? J

So in this empty void, we now find ourselves with an abundance of spare time; to reflect, to blog and to waste precious commodities like time and space. Some people have tried to find jobs, make some extra cash on the side. To those people, I applaud your efforts, they are already several steps ahead of the freeloaders enjoying their new found freedom.

But what does one do with 2 months of vacation? I thought I might conquer next year’s reading list (not likely but I said I’d try). Other than that, there are only so many cups of coffee you can drink with your friends, or so many movies you can watch. Only so many things you can youtube. What I found when I "Youtubed". Only so many jobs you can help with around the house (this all assuming that you are a freeloader like me and haven’t had the courage or the initiative to find yourself a time-sucking job).

 I think I might go into some sort of investigation on this, what can you do, with limited resources (i.e. cash), limited transportation (i.e. lack of drivers license, or car for that matter).  What is there to do for a freeloader in Pretoria? Probably the same as Grahamstown, who knows, we’ll have to wait and see, you can never get to comfortable.