Tailored attire
Until recently I have been totally addicted to the TV show, Suits. Yes, this is the second time that I have brought up my obsessive nature when it comes to television, but with this particular series I’ve almost lost interest.
Robin and Batman
Each episode often contains a specific hurdle, sometimes one law suit spreads throughout the whole season, with different hurdles in each episode. The episode will begin with the presentation of the problem, often with complications due to whatever went on last week, which is followed by some personal drama, witness troubles, internal tension in the law firm and then the classic, ‘Ah ha’ moment. Then Harvey (main character, resembles Batman sans mask) solves the case with the necessary help from his Robin (named Mike) and they end with a minor cliff hanger often relating to the uncertain future of the firm or either Batman or Robin’s love life.
That’s the show. No need to watch it, I’ve just outlined it for you. You’re welcome.
Initially Suits was so captivating and exciting (I potentially need to get out more), that I watched episode after episode. Now, I find it frustratingly predictable and have pretty much given up on whatever drama they’re having this week.
This made me then think of my life, and how predictable it is. We are creatures of habit. Very few individuals genuinely enjoy constant spontaneity. Rapid changes in routines are reasonably disturbing, not just to those who suffer from autism or OCD, but also to just regular Joe.
Buying coffee in the morning from my usual little cafe and before I say a word, the greek woman behind the counter says, ‘medium late one sugar?’. I lead a predictable life, and for some reason that bothers me. I’m chasing the spontaneous people, saying, ‘wait up guys!’ Like Patty Simcox from Grease, bless her.
So today, I ordered a hot chocolate. Who’s spontaneous now?