The Opinionated Aspie

  K... here goes. My scathing review on MTV's television series Awkward.   The reason it has to be this way, is due in part to there being a particular formulation for romantic comedies, coming of age shows, and love stories that I am increasingly beginning to resent. And Awkward was supposed to be one of those shows I was expecting to break through that barrier completely. It didn't.   You know the formula I'm talking about, right? The one where girl meets boy--- girls becomes obsessed with boy--- boy could take her or leave her--- girl needs boy to validate her worth and existence and will do anything to achieve this. Will he? Then when he does, only one season has been accomplished, so there needs to be a break up. They push and they pull, and other lovers come and go in between. An incestuous circle of friendships are formed. Everyone betrays everyone. But through it all, the one true couple that we all desperately need to see end up together, continue to build o

  I'm just going to say this as plainly as anyone can. I am disappointed with my life.    I know I'm not supposed to be. I know I'm supposed to count my blessings, and think about all those children starving in third world countries who still find a reason to smile. If I just stop long enough to think about how much better I have it than them, right?     But the truth is, I am staring. I've been starving my whole life. Not from lack of food... though I know what that feels like. It's more like... my soul has been starving. I bet you know what I'm talking about. Maybe you keep chanting some kind of mantra that keeps you from feeling it entirely, but you know it's eating you up.   Didn't I have children who could fill up that void completely? How could I be so ungrateful? Am I saying that they were not enough to fill my heart to capacity? Shouldn't I feel my life's work was completed the moment I became a mother?   My children gave me