It’s not you, it’s me…

Dear ER,

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since last we saw each other and I’ve come to the conclusion that I think I need to see other TV shows. It’s not you – you’re great. It’s me. I feel like the last year or two of our relationship I’ve just been going through the motions. I’ve recorded you, kept up with you, watched you, but I’ve not felt like it’s been an entirely reciprocal relationship. I’m tired of always being the stable, grounded one, while you’re constantly being blown up, shot up, lit on fire or taken hostage. A lot of my friends left you when you cut off Dr. Romano’s arm with a helicopter. I’ve stood by you as interns and residents have come and gone, their storylines being written into corners so there was nothing left for them except to take a job in another country or be hit by a bus. Now I see in this year’s premier, you’re going to have some sort of terrible tragedy befall Neela. I’m afraid I’m going to have to set a boundary. We’ve had some great times, but all good things have to come to an end at some point. I know you’ll carry on without me. Be strong. We’ll always have Clooney. Can we at least be friends? Friends with syndication benefits?


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