Spoiler Alert In Reverse aka Why Could I Not Leave Well Enough Alone?
I used to be diametrically opposed to reading the end of a book. Same for movies or shows – don’t fast forward, no spoiler alerts wanted, no one tell me the ending or else!
But now I get so flippin’ involved in the storyline. If watching a series, I have to know if a character is going to be okay or not. It is as though while my skill of empathy has increased, that trait has expanded everywhere; including books read and movies or shows watched.
Currently, I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix. I watched it for several seasons years ago but cannot remember when I stopped watching or why. Maybe because I haven’t had cable tv for years because I quit watching tv? Maybe because I had better things to do taking care of real life drama versus tv drama?
The show has gotten to a super dramatic part and I just ‘had’ to know if a particular character was going to croak or live.
So I googled the answer.
And I found out something about a different character that I did not want to know!
Oh, Google, your fickle ways have finally outdone my penchant for needing to know the secret. Today, Google, you beat me. Today, I was my own gate-crashing, spoiler alert giver.
Tomorrow is a new day.