THE TROUBLE WITH PERSONALITY DISORDERS
Good morning, GHers!
This post must begin with a heartfelt *sigh*.
As a lifelong soaper, I usually take the token Dissociative Identity Disorder storyline that apparently must visit every soap town, and cause upheaval and drama for a few of its residents, in stride, I really do. Sometimes, I even love them. My God, I remember Jane Elliot (GH’s Tracy) playing Carrie on Guiding Light opposite Jerry Ver Dorn (OLTL’s Clint) as Ross, and the story had me riveted – even though I think I was about 10. 🙂
Through the years, I’ve held on even when the story lines wore on my patience and interest, only because I know that at some point, the patient with the disorder will either be treated, or shipped off to a mental institution, and the issues resulting from the disorder will be resolved.
THE TROUBLE WITH PERSONALITY DISORDERS, for me, comes when it seems that the condition seems contagious.
Yes, I said it. Or at least I typed it.
And I mean it, too!
I found myself watching GH today thinking, “WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?” Is everyone in Port Charles suddenly suffering from some kind of personality disorder?
And listen, I am not even talking about Kate/Connie and now Carmen (Miranda)! Although, I heard myself take a really deep breath when Connie told Sonny she was now Carmen. I guess what bothered me most is that Sonny may not always be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I will tell you what: if my significant other randomly started calling himself by other names, while already under the care of a licensed psychiatrist, I would be backing out of that room while dialing said psychiatrist’s number! For Sonny to just think that Kate was suddenly turning into some kinky chick was just ridiculous! Sonny is bi-polar. Surely he knows what the beginnings of a breakdown look like in someone else, no?
What about Maxie? This is a tough one, because I am still trying to get used to seeing the lovely and talented Jen Lilley and registering her as Maxie. The fact that this Maxie is already so different is one thing, but to have Maxie completely break down and cop to killing her cousin in front of her grieving family – especially her young daughter? WHAT THE #&%$! (And by the way, we all know that Liz is completely useless, but dear God, did she have to just sit there gawking at Maxie all that time when she should have been getting Emma to safety long before she did? Pffft. It made me want to bash her head in with Robin’s commemorative brick!) Maxie was obviously out of control from the moment she walked in. In fact, I was screaming for Father Coates to stand up out of that chair he was sitting in and perform an exorcism, because obviously, Maxie was possessed! Even for Maxie, it was just too damned much. Too damned selfish. Too damned thoughtless. Too damned hard to watch. But when Maxie hissed, “I’m Maxie Jones, and I am a murderer”, I rolled my eyes like a 5th grader, and walked out of the room. Who are these people?
I love Anna. I do. In spite of the fact that she hasn’t exactly been the best mom to Robin over the years, I do really love the way she mothers when she is around. The one thing I thought was a bit out of character was that Anna was back on the roof after days and says of watching her daughter’s husband struggle to envision his life without his wife, ripping him a new one over his affair with Lisa Niles! Oh how I wish she had out that much passion in telling Robert what a dirt bag he was for leaving town instead of attending his daughter’s funeral! Or how I wish Anna had actually been around more so that she wouldn’t have had to hear about this after her daughter was gone. And that barely disguised threat to take Emma from Patrick? Did she want Patrick to jump off the freakin’ roof? (asked in my best Chandler Bing voice!) Anna talked to Patrick about wanting to think about her daughter being happy, and always laughing. I am sorry, but I would need to do more than imagine that. I would need to be near my daughter a lot more than Anna was near Robin. At the very least, Anna could have kept tabs through Mac – there was no way Mac would’ve held back on the Lisa thing! The timing was completely off for me, and things got even darker for Patrick – and me – in a matter of seconds. And trust me when I tell you – darker is not better.
I know this was like the 5th day of Robin’s funeral, but Carly is the one who is DEAD TO ME. Carly’s personality disorder is different in that they are all rotten. I thought there was no way she could make me hate her more after Friday’s episode, but boy, was I wrong! That BITCH has sunken to an all new low. In my own life, I try to follow one very simple guiding principle when it comes to how to handle questionable behaviors from the people in my life. That is to try and understand the motives behind their actions. Very often, the people we care about do the wrong things for what they truly believe are the right reasons, and the right reasons are usually not self-serving. If Jason were to take a moment to do the same, he would soon realize that Carly’s motives were pure evil. Just as Johnny did before Carly jumped his bones for some celebration sex. *gags* Carly could not even keep her crocodile tears going long enough to feel sorry for Jason once he’d left the room. Once she was done trying to destroy his marriage to Sam, she was gloating triumphantly! It turned her on, and sent her running to John’s for a romp, instead of home to hold her daughter, thankful that Dr. Robin livelong enough to save her godfather, or I don’t know, celebrate the fact that Joss is alive and well a year after receiving Jason’s dead son’s kidney. Carly is the scum of the earth, and even if she offered her own kidney to Sam on a silver platter, she will never be redeemed in my eyes. Did you read that, Mr. Carlivati? NEVER!
There was only one thing that made me smile about today’s Jason and Sam scenes, and that just breaks my heart. Jason and Sam, their love, and that baby we’ve all been praying for since 2004 were the only rays of sunshine peeking through the massive storm clouds that seem to have rolled into Port Charles once more. That one thing, sadly had nothing to do with anything they said, or anything the writers wrote. It was actually a comment on the JaSam scenes uploaded to YouTube by ashleycramni. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FICCC3AgSs Check out the comment: Jason please do not make me come through this tv and smack you.no one care that you are pissed..you can be a lil upset, but you are being really selfish with your “BFF” Carly!! Carly comes in after the fact, but where was she when you were “dying” sleeping with Johnny.seriously grow up and be a husband.now is it me,but how is he up so fast and mad after having a complicated brain surgery?? Jason get it together and stop letting Carly run your life…SO SELFISH Robin come down and smack him..lol Comment by: mommiesangelej
To that, I say: AMEN!
I wanted to slap the shit out of Jason’s head.
I wanted Sam to take off one of her spiked heels and leave a piece of it in Jason’s brain where that piece of the dashboard used to be, because obviously removing that “inorganic matter” has caused pieces of his brain to fall out, and it needs to be plugged up.
I wanted her to tell Jason that he was right. His hypocritical ass wasn’t worth the sacrifice.
And when he said that maybe Carly did know him better, I wanted her to grow fangs like she did as Livvie and drain the life from his already dead soul. That Mother #%$^&#!
Then . . .
I shut off my TV and did laps around my living room as I went over all the reasons I should start blogging about The Bold and The Beautiful, or retirement, or gardening in New Jersey!
And that was when the increase of oxygen helped to clear my own brain, and I realized that this is THE TROUBLE WITH PERSONALITY DISORDERS.
When we heard that the Misters Carlivati and Valentini were taking over the reigns at GH, we pleaded with them not to turn our beloved characters into people we didn’t recognize.
Unfortunately, that is what just happened right before our very eyes!
Surely Jason Morgan would not be so much of a hypocrite that he would forget that he did the exact same thing when Carly was pregnant and he couldn’t tell her that Claudia was responsible for Michael being shot! Or that he made the choice for Sam when she was shot in his arms and he decided that his life was suddenly too dangerous for her. Or when he decided that Sam would be too heartbroken to hear the truth about the lie that Liz told him when she lied for months and let him believe Lucky was her baby bump’s father, so he turned around and kept that from her, too. Were those his choices to make?
And certainly Jason would never, ever use Carly against Sam to hurt her! Not when she just sat by his bedside, willing him to live for the 69874095708374598643598th time, all while pregnant with the baby she wanted more than anything, and was scared it might not have been his because she might have been raped by his enemy while on their honeymoon!
No way. No how.
The Jason Morgan I know would never hold Sam to such an impossibly high standard when he himself could not live up to it. And the Jason Morgan I know would never purposely hurt Sam with careless words. Not again. Not after all they’ve overcome to find their way back to each other and start the life together that makes each of their halves complete!
So, yes, I am still pissed, and yes – I want to draw blood. But I have reset my sights on a new target for my anger and frustration: The idiot(s) who actually wrote this new, emerging personality disorder Jason is dealing with.
Whoever it was, they realized THE TROUBLE WITH PERSONALITY DISORDERS for themselves when they got an earful from all of my own personalities.
- They heard from the angry me, who refuses to be treated as though we should all have amnesia and not remember what our favorite characters are like.
- They heard from the disappointed me, who trusted them to keep their word when they said they would honor the history of the characters on GH.
- They heard from the me dealing with my anxiety disorder, who cannot stand idly by and watch the train wreck I fear is going to happen without screaming to get someone’s attention.
- They heard from the emotional me, who is devastated at even the thought that our favorite couple could be written so drastically different that I feel as though they are lost.
- And they heard from the teacher in me, who demanded that they do their homework, brush up on their history, and treat me with respect!
I am thinking that after all of that communication, they, like us, have now had their fill of personality disorders, too!
We can only hope!
YOUR HOMEWORK: Communicate, communicate, communicate! Let TPTB know exactly what’s on your mind – on all of your minds of all of your personalities. Silence is not an option here!
Much love from all of Me, Myself, and I,