Pathetic Realization

I like TV, Movies, the AM Radio, Books, Spotify, Magazines, Twitter, Facebook, (actually I don't like Twitter), musicals, Lord of the Rings, YouTube (actually I hate YouTube), Tumblr, Drudge Report, Music videos, Blogstocking, etc.
Well
I've come to the most pathetic realization. Of all my emotional connections with the above listed forms of media (social, or otherwise)..... I realized today while walking to the refrigerator that I'm most emotionally connected with the characters of Sex and the City.

I'm Miranda and isn't that AWFUL.
Lawyer/Law Student
Red Head/Lover of Red Heads
sarcastic witty B/just a sarcastic B
She marrys a shorter man/I love shorter men
No Nonsense/impatient about other people's nonsense that isn't mine
Decided not to have an abortion/would never ever have an abortion

gross.
But mostly, it's gross how emotionally connected I am with them. Especially the very last scene of the episode Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda - still makes me cry thinking about it. And it wouldn't make anyone crying that only watched that episode, but someone who had seen it all, and understood the emotions right there between Miranda and Charlotte just murder me.
Also - the one where Burger leaves the post-it not to break up with Carrie. Oy.

I'm sorry. I can't. Don't hate me.

 
Carrie sucks.
Except not her hair.
Or most of her clothes.
Or how she eats saltines in little stacks with jam in between them - that's pretty cute.

I hate these emotions.

"It wasn't logic, it was love."

-Carrie Bradshaw. oy, again.

AND CHARLOTTE MARRY'S A JEW!