I'm going on vacation until January 24, 2000. I'd get sucked into them during summer vacations when I'd leave them on as background noise. I remember watching these soaps, sometimes groaning and breathing heavy with anxiety. At the age of fifteen or so, I decided wholeheartedly that I didn't want to live in a soap opera. What an awful life.
Nobody ever remains happy, and even the happy moments are full of moments of sabotage and misery.
Now my life is a soap opera. Everyone tells me that. It feels like one. Some of the scenes of my life literally can be pulled out of some cheesy serial. It's awful and suffocating.