I should not be allowed to watch "Pride and Prejudice:" while on pain medication. When my mind is in such a foggy and unstable state I can't separate fiction from reality. While watching the drama unfold in front of me thoughts like "Mr. Darcy IS real and I know I am going to find him, probably this year actually" begin to pop into my head. I start believing that if I just talk in a british accent, curtsy more and say things like "yes, quite" or "are you not diverted?" or "pray I ask..." he would just fall into my lap. Perhaps I would even find a handwritten letter delivered to me by horseback tomorrow (I'd even settle for an email).
I think perhaps watching P&P on pain medication has helped me realize how much I have given up on romance. I don't think these sorts of things exist anymore. I've settled for someone dropping a please-date-me card in a bar instead of trying to get my number and develop a connection, or pulling the car over instead of honking as they drive by, or grabbing a cup of coffee instead of dinner and candles, or playing rockband instead of serenading me with live music...(Okay, that was a stretch, but you get it)
I'm not saying any of these things are bad, I'm just saying pain medication helps me believe that perhaps there still is a man on horseback coming for me (and I won't mind if he looks like Colin Firth...or Edward Norton).