I Am An HCM Addict
I know from watching Dr. Phil, that the first step in solving a problem is acknowledging that you have one. Here it goes…I can’t stop watching Hallmark Christmas Movies! I mean I really can’t! I AM AN HCM ADDICT!. Whew, there it is, I have confessed.
It makes no sense! I know what’s going to happen and I know how it’s going to end. So, why do I feel compelled to watch the same movie over and over again with different actors? For all you fellow HCM addicts, you know exactly what I mean.
“Girl leaves insensitive jerk after being exposed to the true meaning of love surrounded by mediocre Christmas decorations.”
Where do I go from here? What’s the cure for such an addiction?
Dr. Phil’s Lead
Following Dr.Phil’s lead, I decided to put “some verbs in my sentences” and did a little reality check. While setting up my DVR to record “A Boyfriend for Christmas” and “The Mistletoe Inn”, I created a list of “common sense” questions to ask myself.
- How many Christmas Tree Lightings in Town Squares can there really be?
- Are there really that many Event Coordinators and Wedding Planners within farming communities and small towns throughout the U.S.?
- How many times has a gorgeous man wiped whipped cream, flour, or cookies crumbs lovingly, from my face?
- Why is there an overabundance of Thirty-Something-Stud-Muffin-Widowers with 9-year-old daughters?
- Has my first kiss ever been interrupted by a dog, family member, or cell phone?
So, what did my reality check reveal? Just that! There isn’t a whole lot of reality in these movies at all. Think about it, a movie where someone falls in love at Sam’s Club, Taco Bell, or JiffyLube, isn’t romantic.
How about you? Would you prefer a movie titled, “The Christmas Stalker”, “Christmas at Econo Lodge”, or “A Very Merry Christmas Debt”? Yea, it might be a more authentic version of our lives, but I will stick with “A Cookie Cutter Christmas.” Hey, everyone needs a happy ending on Tuesday nights at 8 pm.
Oh, and by the way, “Merry Christmas”, Dr. Phil…signed, An HCM Addict.